I am in mourning.

My Blackberry is dying a horrible death right before my eyes. About 20 minutes ago I noticed the battery was going dead so I put the charger in and to my shock and dismay it didn’t start charging. So I checked to see if my charger was plugged into the wall, and it was. So then I started wiggling the charger in the phone and the whole charging receptacle thingy was lose. So now I have a damn near dead phone that I can’t charge that will die very soon and be gone forever. Luckily I was smart enough to back up my contacts, but I am dreading tomorrow without my phone. I already know T-Mobile is going to try to blame me, but I’m going to call them tomorrow anyway. Either way, my cousin has been trying to sell me his newer Blackberry Curve for a minute now, so there may still be a happy ending.

Welp, I need to take my ass to bed, but I will be back very soon. There are definitely more crucial issues to fill you in on, but I’ll save those for tomorrow because I’m exhausted at the moment.

I’m glad to be back!

Missed yous guys,
Neek

…I’m writing (ATLEAST) 1 blog a day until the end of the year. I have missed having my outlet, and I definitely need it.

Ok, so the neglect to this space is soooo uncalled for. It’s not that I haven’t had things to share, it’s that I haven’t had the time to share it due to all the shit that’s been going on. Don’t get me wrong, some of the things I’ve got happening are really positive, but some of this shit is just unnecessarily extra.

I really wanna know why people are always so quick to go FLIP MODE on me?! Got me like “Busta, what it is right now?” lol. But seriously, it’s like we’re cool one second, then the next thing you know they are talking big shit about me to everyone else. And I’m talking big fabricated, imagination station type shit. Shit I never said or did EVER. And then everyone wonders why I’ve become a fucking hermit. I don’t need the extras, I’m perfectly content without it. I’ll be at home, chillin with my fam and “gettin to the money” (© Geisha).

So if you don’t really care about me or my well being, then could you please stop pretending you do and just let me live my life? That’s all I ask. Is it just me or am I on repeat? I’m pretty sure this is the last time I’ll be making this request, from now on I’ll just make better choices when choosing friends.

Love & Happiness,
Neek

First step to a better me is admitting when i’m wrong and accepting the consequences of my actions.