Kinda Ironic, Isn't It?

i like boys. and i like girls. so, essentially i have the potential to love everyone. i like white girl butts, backs and overall, nudity. i love Africa and Black Power. i like Solange Piaget Knowles and love Kayne West.
RECOVERING sex addict.
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and why am i cursed with this disease called love? it’s not as contagious as people make it out to be. but even still, i’m quarantined. somebody, share my pain.

ugh. i have no friends…

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on a personal note. i feel like dying

being a parent is the hardest job ever. i caught myself crying in front of my son. he rubbed my back and asked me what was wrong. how do i tell him my heart is broken and bleeding? how do i put on a smile and pretend that everything is alright when i want to slit my writs every single day? how do i tell him the only reason i’m alive today, is because i know how feels to be abandoned by your parent because they were too selfish to love you? how do i explain to my son that im not yelling at him, but at my situations? i dont. and i never will. parents ae supposed to be strong. but, i’m just a kid myself. what the fuck am i supposed to do

whats the point of love if he’s not going to recieve it?

bretteclecticis:

Grace Jones

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