Walking home

I’ve just picked my kid up from school. She’s telling me about what a great day she had at school after she missed a day yesterday from having a bad fall on the concrete on our morning walk, comes into school looking like a tough kid with her paw patrol bandaid under her eye.
As we’re crossing the street during our walk home that’s when I hear shouting coming from directly behind us. I see two teen boys getting out of a car and shouting nigga repeatedly at another teen boy crossing , they then rush him in a pummel of fists and more shouting. I tell my five year old to keep walking to get her and myself out of immediate danger in case some asshole brought weapons to this juvenile fight. I hear other cars honking and stopping , a women is shouting and a group is forming , I’m assuming braver adults or those without the company of a child are interjecting on the Street fight , maybe retaining the participants until law enforcement show up. Heck if I know, we didn’t stick around to find our. Two blocks away I hear a boys frustrated screaming and I pick up the pace a bit.

I’m thinking the same, actually

I know that I don’t trust the new Hannah working in our building. You’re right. She IS trying to take you away from me. Yet what would the reason even be? Thing is, I think we both need to tell Hannah to get lost, because she’s trying to interfere. The awful thing aswell that I notice a LOT, every time I’m just about to go out somewhere and when I’m returning home, there she suddenly is in.my eyeline again. Wtf? She is a psychotic stalker. Does she honestly think that I haven’t picked up on it? She thinks me and you are daft. I’m sure. Never mind. Me and you are a force to be reckoned with. No-one will come between us both. Not even Hannah. Or the other one.

Criss-cross applesauce

A long time ago I remember having conversations with you about income inequality and anti-bullying of LGBTQ, and boycotting water parks that abuse their animals. (Then the next time we’d talk you bully me about buying you a 1500 leather jacket I could never afford, but I wasn’t gay so I guess that’s all ok). And I was never raised to even listen to any argument coming from that side of the aisle, but rather just immediately chalk it up as some liberal snowflake bullshit. But you know, I wanted to impress you, and so I’d read an article here and there. I’d actually a listen a little bit

Thanks for your support!!!

Thanks Mr. You really have helped me a lot. It really doesn’t matter what anyone thinks of you or me. The important thing is that we have each other. I’m glad that you live in the flat opposite mine. Not sure what I’d do without you. You have really been trying to prove to me that you’re here for me, and I believe you. Why shouldn’t I? You never let me down. You are a true 💎

The communal room

Yes I completely see where you’re coming from. The communal room is more trouble than it’s even worth. It causes a lot of drama. Me and you often avoid that room for good reason. Me and you both know that we prefer our privacy. I think me and you are very similar. Plus I shouldn’t have to be discussing my love life with any of them lot. It’s none of their business who I’m dating. I don’t even get why they would want to know. It’s a bit pointless anyway. People always think that they’re in the best relationship. Actually some of them really aren’t but if we tell them to their faces they will instantly accuse us of trying to ruin their relationship or what’s left of it. Lol. I also don’t see why I shouldn’t put my own life first. I need to put my own needs first. Can you imagine what I’d end up like without getting enough sleep? Me too. Exactly. So before anyone tells you or me what THEY think is good for us, we’ll how would they know if they’re not in our bodies and don’t have the same mind? I don’t think they’re in any state to judge anyone. Don’t go looking for idiotic village gossip like they do. It’s wasting precious time and oxygen that will be better spend being productive and having an actual life. Thanks for supporting me, buddy. You are literally THE best. You show emotion and you’re very caring. What more could I want?

Don’t bother thinking that you’ve got the upper hand!!

Truly loving someone isn’t about WHAT they are. It’s about the way they treat me. I do not give a damn about who thinks less of people with disabilities or otherwise. If you’ve ever gave them a chance like I do, then who are you to judge about who they hang out with. I know you think that I don’t trust you. You’re right. Because telling me that I’m ready to make love to you, even if I DON’T feel ready to, is as though you’re saying that you believe in rape. This has really unsettled me ever since the day you said it to me. I’d honestly rather have a true solid relationship with someone who is genuinely interested in me and has a kind heart. That isn’t really too much to ask. Yet according to society I should only want someone who is muscly yet anorexic, a total gym bunny, a complete god. But what have YOU got to offer me that would touch my heart? Probably just sex, if I’m being honest. You’re cocky attitude is quite off-putting. I have no time for it. So before you think that being all masculine impresses me, well maybe it doesn’t. It’s the media brain-washing you into thinking that you can have your cake and eat it just because tv makes it seem that way. I just can’t lower myself to your standards. I wish you well in finding someone to be yours in the future, but I doubt any woman will stay with you long enough to be. I know I’ve always been a quiet private person who keeps herself to herself. Maybe I’m looking for a male version of that. Yet me being a private person doesn’t mean I will tolerate a man who only wants me for that three-letter word beginning with S. I might have aspergers but I’m certainly more intelligent than your pathetic one-liners. In one ear and out of the other I’m guessing. I’d rather be with someone who knows both their own worth and my worth. And if looks are what drives people these days, then go for it, as I’d rather be treat with warmth and kindness as I’m so fed up of image-obssessed men. I don’t really care for these model-type men. I only care that I’m with a man who has a heart of gold. Whoever or wherever that person even is. *sigh*. I do get the feeling that I’ll never find him. I’m destined to be single for the rest of my life. Not a nice thought but what am I supposed to do? I’m not going to sit around and wait for you. I need a lad who wants me as a whole. And not just for my body or for my looks. A true heart these days IS hard to find.

I remembered

All the things you said,

All the things she said.

How and where …

May you drown in my tears like I drowned in yours, except I swam right through..

You talk about hope?

I guess, I wasnt as “delicate” because if I was, you would have protected me instead..

I hope it was worth it all, for your sake.

I was always okay with halves, half truths , half times.. while you’re both somewhere whole..

Thank you for the memories.