My best friends are some of the most stubborn, hard headed, ain't got an awkward bone in their bodies, never met a stranger, beautiful women anyone could find. My momma is the same & their momma's are, too. I admit my deepest fears, insecurities & wounds to them. They've always got the right words-- because they've gone through some things to make them so strong & sweet.
Sometimes when I talk to people back home they say, "Oh, you've only been gone ***..." But when everything is foreign & everything is a battle it doesn't seem like "only". Some days have 72 hours or more. It's like, 'Oh, you've only had your head underwater for two minutes??' My friends get that it's hard sometimes, but they also know me better than anyone, so when they say I can make it, I believe them.
But the men in my life right now are driving me mad.. & that's usually one of my favorite parts! I just gotta hold fast to Jesus, my big brother, & pop. Hopefully them three can run off the rest & give me strength & patience to handle the ones I have to deal with.
(Hey Michelle, remember that time I was supposed to take Corry Morrow out, but forgot & bolted, went home & went to sleep instead after the concert?? lol)
(Hey Michelle, remember that time I was supposed to take Corry Morrow out, but forgot & bolted, went home & went to sleep instead after the concert?? lol)
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