Every Man Lives by His Own Truth

My Week

I’ve had a surprisingly good week. There is just one thing I wish I could have done, but either way, I shall get it done.

FULFILL. That is the objective this summer. My word for the summer. .. .

On another note, I’ve realized just how blunt I can be. Shoot, I’ve even adjusted myself depending on the person and/or occasion. It doesn’t really help when it comes to friends or people I genuinely care about. I can’t sugar-coat a word if I care about you. Sorry that you found that to be a flaw. Even when I wanted some sugar-coating you didn’t do it. It didn’t take me long to realize that it was because you cared. That’s why I continued with the effort. Hopefully you won’t take any more longer to realize the same.

And with that being said I will conclude my post with something relevant.

On the Run- 1997

“I spent my best years on the road.
done my share of rambling,
think I’ll head back to my home.
but no where ever seems
like it’s the only place for me.
so as much as i don’t want to be alone,
I gotta leave.

Sometimes you gotta hurt
to feel okay.
Sometimes you gotta run
to make your problems go away.
No one ever taught me
what i really need to know.
Like how to love some one,
and let em’ go…

Let em’ go, let em’ go
how can you really love someone,
and let em’ go?”

Life.…

Life has been going so well. I will be the first to admit it. But yes, there is that “but.”

Life has been going so well, BUT my mom. The only reason why I come home, honestly, is to see my siblings. I came this weekend and to no surprise, just had my mom giving me crap. She makes it seem like I come here because I have nowhere to go. I do, I have somewhere to be, I just miss my siblings and care to see how they are doing. It sucks because I’m already at the point where I’m cussing at her. All she does is bitch, and think she has every right to do so.

As prideful as I am, I can bite my tongue when I am wrong. Shit, I can even bite my tongue when others are wrong. Even when they’re hypocritical and pathetic. I just did not too long ago, but I can’t do it with my mother anymore.

A part of me wishes to say that I’ll leave this place and never come back, but I know I can’t. As long as my siblings are here, I won’t. No matter where they are I won’t. I feel an obligation towards them. It’s so much more than a big brother obligation too. I know that they do need me and still look up to me.I still need them too. We’re family.

It’s just my mother who seems to have grown indifferent towards me. Now I’m a burden. Ironic enough, that’s so even despite the fact that I don’t come to her to ask for money or help in any way shape or form. And trust me, I do need help.