If bean were home I’d be going to stay with her, but she vacationing in my state, so now I gotta kick it wit lil homie after work. Good thing we been trynna kick it, cause when I told him what went down he was like “I’m down af”
I’ve really started getting back to my roots, and I’ve never felt more spiritually and emotionally cleansed. Shit sounds corny but on the real I’m being real
My old friends would never come over and hang. My homegirl I’ve become close with came over, and hung out with me for a few hours and she was like “your room is such a vibe and I never leave my house but I love hanging with you” and that shit made my heart happy af
It really hard when my depression gets so bad I can’t get out of bed for days; but it’s even harder when my 2 year old niece is crying for me thinking I left. She gets really sad I’m not upstairs with her and my grandparents just tell her “TiTi is ow” like that breaks my heart
Anyways it had me thinking about if someone ever stole my identity, it would be mad hard because I’m a felon so my finger prints, DNA, and picture are all in the system, so there’s no way a bitch could fake DNA or my prints
This show I’m watching had me thinking. This bitch had her whole ass identity stolen and they proved it was her by her broken bones or some shit, they did X-rays on both bitches and homegirl got her identity back. A lil stoned here sorry if that doesn’t make sense
It warms my heart when I get messages from my brothers telling me I raised them well, and I was the best parent they could ever ask for. Or send me posts that say “send this to your parents and tell them you love them.” I did the best I could as a child myself & I’m proud of them
Pretty much all my homies are in different jails, so every day all I’m doing is answering jail calls. Kinda hate it just cause i want the homies out here