I remember when I was locked up for 10 months. I didnt get single visit from one family member or friend. All the time ive ever did that one got me. I remember writing home, getting a letter in the mail to me was very few or if ever usally full of bad news,, I do appreciate the ones that cared very much. My girl friend at the time, well she was on a mission to destroy my life, did a hell of a job at just that. In her sick twisted mind what she thought was love. Un faithful as ever, I cant count the men on bolth hands she was with behind my back, still I kept going back to her over and over again like a lost dog. Lost my suv and had it sold out from under me while there, basicly had not a single possison left to my name by the time I was released but the clothes on my back and my izzabelle. Soon It got really bad, I slept under the brewerton bridge for prolly 2 weeks, froze to death, lmao got to that point where I didnt no what to do or what i may do. I guess when u finally hit rock bottom people start looking for anything or any one to try and lift them up out of what ever it may be. Thats why people in jail that never pray ,,start. Any way its a long story full of shit and nothing sweet, what I learned from it all is to never give your every thing to some one if your not willing to do just that for your self. Or if your partener is not willing to give the same back. And Ya cant give up , you could end up doing that one thing that is really gonna matter some day to people, who knows and it may depend on you. We all have those feelings sometimes of defeat but what you do with them is what makes u who u will become .. My lifes far from perfect. I dont have every thing that others have, and far from it, but at least now im happy. That shit did not beat me when I thought I was a goner,,, And after all of that one thing is still the same. I still have Izzabell :)
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 21:50:27 +0000
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