He loves me, no strings attached.

Appearance is the first impression people derive from you. My style may vary. I dress to impress, and I dress to self-contentment. Make up is my thing. Hair with volume is my fetish. I feel at my best when I am all dolled up; that is when i feel most prettiest. He prefers me all natural. To get ready with much less effort than usual. He loves being able to touch my face without smearing anything, and he loves to run his fingers through my hair with no product in it. That is when I am at HIS prettiest.

He appreciates me in a way I forgot to see myself - most beautiful at my most rawest.


Dolled up daily is routine for me. But, it's only been routine since day 1 of high school. Now when I think about it, im really getting dressed up to please my peers. He's made me realize that. Beauty is only skin deep, though society views beauty on a pretended level.

He loves me at my barest moments, and that's why i love him.

The Business.

Courtney Eden - Bitch, let me break it down. I know where you work. I got your phone number. And don't test me; I know where your punk ass lives. MY business is not YOUR business. What I do, ain't YOUR problem. What my man does for me, ain't YOUR problem. He's more of man that your half ass little boyfriend Steven Fields will ever be. Do you get the picture yet?! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. Bitch, this is strike two; strike three, and you're done for mothafucker. I ain't going nine innings with your dumb ass. You will get cut, promise you that. You's a grimey little fake ass heffa who tryna fuck shiet up; well listen up and read clearly: I'm classy. You're an unworthy hood rat. Put two and two together; I'LL SHIET ON YOUR BITCH ASS ;) . KEEP YOUR D.S.L. SHUT. Don't push me over the edge, because your ass will be coming down with me.

I can be anything...

but what you want me to be. And i am the best you never had.

I can do anything, because nothing is impossible. I read the word, 'impossible' and comprehend, 'i'm possible'. I will no longer blind myself to what can be accomplished. Life is unmeasurable, so i am daring myself to take on this journey and enjoy it forever. Life is the gift. Each day life becomes more precious than the day before, only because i am one day closer to my presence being absent. Life has one promise, death. Yet death is not the devastation; not living life, is. I have learned this through experience and through observation. I believe i was given this life for a reason, and everything i have overcome was a blessing in disguise. Those blessings were to prove that i can do anything. God gave me this life, and i will leave my mark in this world. I am full of life, and life is full of many possibilities; I am possible.

Pretended People

Artificial - it's the latest fad, and eveyone i know seems to fit in the category. Yes, everyone i know; that's correct, I SAID IT - Everyone i know. Why do people make the very possible, impossible? Life is about living and being who YOU are. So why do people try so hard to taint and ruin other people's lives? That has never been clear to me. I've always wanted to ask someone, who says they're true, but i know they're fake, why they enjoy being a fictitious person when i know they have someone beautiful on the inside? I would ask, but they'd give me an assumed answer. If i were to ever become a person with NO friends, it would be because i wouldn't allow myself to befriend someone bogos. This isn't even about mockery; this is about people who are one person to your face and another person when they think you're not watching. Two faced? Yes. I never thought it would infest every person i thought was at least a friend. I know i am not apart of this virus, that's why i stray away from the infection. It is not who i am, nor will it ever be.