My Love Pieces

Understanding the meaning of patience....

I saw this on someone else site and thought it was fun... Enjoy... Whats your middle name? Renee How big is your bed? Full Size What are you listening to right now? Birthday Cake Rihanna What are the last 4 digits in your cellphone number? 0857 What was the last thing you ate? M&Ms Last person you hugged? Jalynda How is the weather right now? 42 Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Maria What is the first thing you notice in the opposite sex? Smile, teeth, skin, hair Favorite type of food? Fried Fish Do you want children? Yep Do you drink? No I quit… drinking as much...social drinker Ever get so drunk you don’t remember the entire night? No Hair color? Black Eye color? Brown Do you wear contacts/glasses? No Favorite holiday? My birthday March 12 Favorite season? The time between winter and spring-Swinter lol Have you ever cried over a girl/boy? Yes Last movie you watched? How to lose a guy in 10 days What books are you reading? I know why the caged bird sin...

WENT TO THE GAME WITH MY FAVORITE SISTER!! FALCONS 2011 AND THEY WON!! 11/27/11 Sean Kingston

 be mentally challenging and stimulating  encouraging and submissive  spiritual and kind-hearted  mean and stern funny and understanding giver and receiver loving and respectable (respected)

If everyone followed their passion, where would the world be? I was told that what I do now, I don't have a passion for it. In which may be that is true. My passion for life has died but it lived a slow painless death. I say painless because it didn't hurt me until it died; I know for a fact that if it hurt while it was dying, I would have felt it and been prompt to change sooner. All I am saying is that, passion is the force that drives people. My passion died as I continued to work in an environment that I was unfamiliar with, with people who weren't as competitive and the drive died. For homecoming, the Mass Comm department had a social of the Alums and we sat around and talked about what everyone is doing. As I sat in that room, I felt compelled to do better than everyone else, that I needed to succeed above everyone. I was driven to get back home, so that I can sit and redo my resume so that I can compete with the others. Not because I want to show case as I am b...

It's been a minute since I posted something on here. And it's been a minute since I vented. Well here goes. I hope you guys a ready because it's an eyeload.... First off, Thanksgiving break was different. As I get older, I don't know if I am supposed to just make times for family and certain friends or just stay to myself. No, I want to talk about some situations that for some odd reason I can't seem to shake. 1st off, I just don't understand why males feel a need to lie. I AM A MAGNET FOR UNAVAILABLE MEN I really hate when people ignore my calls, or texts. It makes me feel less important or as if I don't matter. (Because they sure didn't respond) Having a companion would be nice minus all the foolishness that comes along with it. Just wondering when will the time come. You may think I'm crazy, I know for a fact I'm different from the rest and I'm just Deniscia. No one has yet to figure me out and be fully accepting and they don...

I don't know if I am alone in this but I have a feeling I am not. That feeling... When someone makes  attempts to make you feel like you aren't good enough. Pretty enough. Smart enough. Holy enough. For them. You tell yourself, your friends tell you, everybody tells you that you are over and beyond good enough, matter of fact to good but it's always that 1, sole, person that can  try to break you down. Sometimes on purpose and then other times, they are so accustomed to doing it that, it becomes second nature. Yet, we listen and take everything in like a sponge. Absorbing the ill words and thoughts and letting them sit in our brain til it rots us out. I know I am not alone. Those times, when we sit on social networks and click, and click, and click and examine. Sometime, clicking with tears in our eyes, sometimes clicking with anger in our hearts. But we continue to click and click and click. Knowing that it isn't healthy, but it is something about that particular pain ...