For You

Here’s to the teens who got their hearts broken early and went through that mess of falling apart on their bedroom floors to the sound of their favorite sad songs.

Here’s to the kids who were bullied to the point of near breaking and wished beyond imagine that for once someone would just stop to say something nice in the hallway.

Here’s to the teens who had to get jobs as soon as it was legal just to eat a decent meal and afford someplace to live.

Here’s to the girls and guys who’ve been harassed and touched and forced into things they’ll never truly get over.

Here’s to the kids and teens who have barely made it through the education system even though they worked as hard as they could.

Here’s to the girls who have to brush off harassment because “boys will be boys” and “they shouldn’t have been wearing such revealing clothes”.

Here’s to the people who’ve had to hide in the closet because they know this world is quick to judge and slow to accept even if it’s only love.

Here’s to the people who’ve argued with who they are and have tried to be someone else because they’re scared to be themselves.

Here’s to the parents who have had to stand outside their kids’ bedroom doors listening to them sob and not knowing quite what to say.

Here’s to the people who’ve tried to drink and smoke away memories of people who never cared enough.

Here’s to the outcasts who’ve never known what it’s like to feel like they belong and have kept their distance all their lives just to make other people feel comfortable.

Here’s to the people who smile even when they want to cry and say they’re fine when they’re not even close.

Here’s to the people who have to socialize every day even though their lives are controlled by irrational anxiety.

Here’s to the people who’ve hurt themselves or attempted suicide because sometimes life just makes the struggle that unbearable.

Here’s to the people who have lost someone who made their world go round and had to sit through a funeral when they really just felt like screaming.

Here’s to the boys who feel like they have to be tough and strong and masculine so they don’t ever cry in front of people.

Here’s to the people who never felt right in their bodies and were relieved when they realized they could do something about it.

Here’s to the people who have sat in therapy sessions feeling broken and worthless and frustrated.

Here’s to the people who have looked in the mirror and hated what they’ve seen.

Here’s to the people who have struggled to eat or struggled to control their eating only to get made fun of for being too skinny or too fat.

Here’s to the kids who never knew real family for whatever reason and wish they knew what that kind of love was like.

Here’s to the kids who have to celebrate their abusive parents once or twice a year just because they “gave you life”.

Here’s to the kids who grew up having to raise their siblings because their parents never did anything.

Here’s to the people who made mistakes in their life that rip them apart every day and define the rest of their lives.

Here’s to the people who face stereotypes and slurs and prejudice every single day just because of their skin color or gender.

Here’s to the people who think they aren’t valid or loved and still have to find their place in this world.

Here’s to anyone who needed this. I’m proud of you.

Besties

There’s this hole in my chest when I think about you lately. You’re not there anymore… well, you’re there, but you’re not you. We’ve both changed, I can’t deny it. But change is inevitable, so we just have to accept it.

You used to be my rock; the light in my life when everything else was dark, and now I can hardly see where I’m going. The one person that led me through one of the toughest times in my life, the one who held the torch and hit away the demons, she’s run off into the distance and now all I can see is a mere speck of light. So far that I don’t know if I’m ever going to reach her again. I want to. Believe me.

I’ve tried. You’ve tried. But it’s like we don’t fit anymore. Like we’ve both changed and molded so much into people that were not meant to be - people that no longer fit together like we used to. Someone once told us that they could only dream of having a friendship like ours, and now that’s all it feels like it was. A dream.

I don’t know what to do. And I don’t think you know what to do either. All I know is I don’t think I can handle this hole in my heart any more. Please come back and fill the cracks that you once filled before.

It’s not that I need you in order to be me anymore. I’ve learned who I am, and who I’m not. I know what I want, where I’m going. I no longer need someone to guide me through life, protecting me from the harsh ways of the world, I just want my best friend back.

**THE END**

My Kid And My Husband

hey supp! Assalamualaikum!

you know what, this few days i've been infected by "baby fever" ha ha ha!

baby fever is when you feels like you want to be a mommy, have a baby and cherish the love.

last night, i dream. watching my hubby and my daughter have a talk.

Daughter: *curls up next to Daddy on the sofa and closes eyes*

Daddy: “Looks like somebody needs some sleepy time?”

Daughter: *mumbling* “Nuhhh dada. I am totally awake. I wanna keep watching TV wif you!”
Daddy: “But Baby, look how tired you are. You have to sleep. Mr. Sweetiebun and Lulu are waiting for you and see..even Sir Playalot looks very tired.” *Points at him in daughter's arms"
Daughter: “I don’t wanna sleep!” *lays head on daddys leg*
Daddy: “Princess, I’ll bring you to the bedroom and then I’ll get you some milky in your favourite baba and I’ll read you bedtime story.” *Picks daughter up and lays her on the bed and throws blankie over her*

Daddy: “I’ll be back in a minute, baby.” *Leaves room*

Daughter: *falling asleep*

Daddy: *comes back* “Yes, baby. You’re not tired. I see.” *starts smiling*

hahahaha. this situation is just sweet doohhh!

ok ok stop dreaming.

**THE END**

Some Feeling ✿

— coloring with new crayons for the first time

— having somebody brush your hair

— stomping light up sneakers on the floor

— warm milk dripping down your chin

— splashing in a warm bath

— air hitting your skin after a forehead kiss

— deciding what to name a new stuffie

— fluffy animal fur against your face

— swinging your feet off a chair that’s too high

— a paci being popped in your mouth

— the rush of breaking rules on purpose

i don't know. i feel this so satisfying. hahaha!

I'll Never Be The Same vs Shadilla

Sha said this last night, before she sang “I’ll Never Be The Same”:

“I wrote this song about when I fell for SOMEBODY & I knew that it would be very difficult to recover but I knew I’d do it again if I could this is I’ll Never be the Same." 🌹💘


SOMEBODY?!

BUT I KNEW I’D DO IT AGAIN IF I COULD!?


You know how much that words can mean.. so you know what I mean? 👀 😏

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Don't Cheat!

you know what

Cheating destroys the other person emotionally, mentally, and physically.

I have first-hand experience with this. I became an emotional roller coaster for months. I dropped a good 15 pounds because I couldn’t eat. My head was full of confused thoughts.
If that person decides to stay with you even though you’ve cheated on them, you better thank the Lord and treat him or her like royalty for the rest of your life. Because you do not deserve that. If you feel the need to cheat, or you’re interested in other people, or there are temptations you do not want to withstand, break up with your partner. They do not deserve being cheated on. Nobody does.

Having side chicks is not cool. Don’t ever encourage someone to cheat or have a side chick. It’s disgusting, wrong, and you should be embarrassed. Don’t ever gloat about being able to get away with this. Shame on you.

I absolutely hate the act of cheating.

When you cheat you are scarring that person for life. You are making them think that they are not good enough or that something is wrong with them. You completely belittle them.

Who do you think you are to do that to someone?

sincerely, your ex girlfriend.

**THE END**