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stfu

sometimes, you just have to stfu. or gtfo. but you might have to stfu in front of people, no matter how much you like them or love them. and with friends that you care about, but sometimes want to literally ask them wtf their problem. and sometimes it’s best to just stfu. but sometimes it pays to stand your ground and i feel like that’s what i’ve been doing recently. even though that other one likes to stfu. then she holds it in or lets it go to the mujer that se le dio la luz a ella. and then the rest of us don’t know wtf is going on. so often it’s better to just do the callout and say wtf instead of stfuing. but other times, just straight gtfo.

i’m back

Back, back, back.

And look how crazy it is to see myself here, after all the “idga’s” and therapeutic maneuvers. Didn’t realize how much all that was carrying over into here. But it’s always bigger than just that – it’s the general feeling. And it sucks. I won’t say it’s the worst, because it’s not. But it’s hard and it’s not fun and there was a lot surrounding that. And to see myself here, with a few solid names surrounding my life right now, with not much uncertainty imbedded in their presence. Look at me now. That shit look like a toupee? She gets what I get in ten years… in two days. But it’s alright. Because I have yet to stray from me. I’m the name that is definitely forever. I’ve got the Big Blue and the Blue guys you find under our feet. I have friends, grAdes, and a lot going my way. Contentment. Hm. Ah. Aaahh. 

Maybe we all look better with the lights off.. but who knows, right? We don’t know.