A bad day doesn’t mean you have a bad life, no more than being born in a oven means your a biscuit.
| I’d rather you hate me for who I am than to love me for who I am not. I don’t want to be slicker than a greased pig turned politician, I want to be honest. |
| As the fog lifts from the air so must we lift the fog from our eyes. How can we see clearly if we continue to let hate and anger blind us. |
| To the ones who feel alone, seem lost, think nobody cares, go to bed alone, cry with no shoulder, and the ones in the left field, I respect you, because I used to be you. |
If love is truly blind tell me why lingerie seems to be so popular?
