Ah, 3AM. Still up and kind of tired. It's just some things that I don't understand. I don't try to understand them. I have a sense of peace over me at this very moment. It's like the silence after the storm. Where you realize that things can only get better. I hope that I'm not blind sided with anything else. I don't know how I'd deal. You know? I can't do much but just live life and move on as the days progress. Hopefully we've grown closer from this experience and it's all behind us. God put you in front of me. That's pretty much the sum of things, really.

I know my readers hate to read shit and it's the vaguest thing ever. I don't tell a story of what's going on. I write exactly how I think. You don't tell yourself the story when you're thinking about it. If I already know what's going on, what's the logic in telling myself the story? It's just plain stupid. I don't expect you to get anything that I'm saying. Nor do I want you to get it. This blog is pretty damned public as it is. I need something for myself. I can't let you into every aspect of my life. Like, example - I've recently gotten into a spar of words with a rapper who recently dissed me. It's kind of hard to get at me because there isn't much to be said about me. It's not his fault, it's just that no one knows anything about me. On the other hand, I was able to respond with a 44 bars of personal lines. Why? Because people talk and I listen. It's good that I don't forget anything. Eh, that's enough on that.

I understand that I may offend some of you with what I say in my posts. I would like to inform you that everything I type in this white box is a wide cast net. I'm happy to say that if I offend you, then I'm talking about you. Odds are if I say something to the tune of "fuck these niggas", it's about a few people. My world is much bigger than what I let you know. I don't apologize for anything that I've said and I definitely don't feel bad about it. I've had people question if my blog posts was about them and what not. If you feel it's about you, then it's about you. I'll let you believe it even if it's not. I'll say nine to eleven people have asked me and I all let them believe it. There goes a friendship? Lol, I couldn't care less.

Now victory is mine, it taste so sweet. She's my trophy wife. Heh, let's stop. I appreciate this, though. I couldn't speak on how much this means. Those who know me for me know exactly how I am. I have friends that continously ask if I'm still in a relationship because they know I dead shit after two months. I'm going strong. We've had some trying times, but we're making it. That's all that matters. Little shit creeps up, that's fine. I'm not worried about us. If it's one thing that I won't worry about tomorrow, it's us. I have a plate full of stress that I have to swallow, but that's one one of the things. I find solace in this. You know? That's a good feeling. Let's rephrase that. It's a great feeling.