Today, I turned 30 years old. I don't feel like a 30 year person. I don't know. At the same time, I shared a birthday with my little cousin, Jayden who turns one. Since the day he was born, I fell in love with this precious little guy. He is loved by everyone in the family. Jayden keeps me going.
For thirty years of my life, I dealt with the death of my teen mother who died nine days before my first birthday The frequent absence of my estranged ex-con father who was in-and-out of jail, mostly for failure to pay child support which he owes me; being a scam victim of a for-profit college that i'm still paying a student loans;financial ups-and-downs; people who I fought they cared about me turned into toxic friends and mostly working on to do greater more with my life.
I have been doing some serious thinking of last month. I desired to become a full-time graphic artist and painter and decide to move around states every year. I don't feel happy in this city that had been getting negative headlines as "The dangerous city in the world", "The city's worst educational instituation", and "the city's road to financial ruin" because of it's lack of job prospects. Just recently, Reading, PA is now ranked #1 with the high poverty rate. This city does NOT give anyone a chance, especially the city's college graduates. Since nobody don't want to hire, I had to turn to freelance design.
I decided not to go by anybody's standards, telling me I can't succeed by myself and I will never leave this city....they can go fuck themselves! I decided to end toxic friendships with people who don't care who mostly don't help themselves. I'm getting TOO old for this. I have to do something for myself now.
Take care!
For thirty years of my life, I dealt with the death of my teen mother who died nine days before my first birthday The frequent absence of my estranged ex-con father who was in-and-out of jail, mostly for failure to pay child support which he owes me; being a scam victim of a for-profit college that i'm still paying a student loans;financial ups-and-downs; people who I fought they cared about me turned into toxic friends and mostly working on to do greater more with my life.
I have been doing some serious thinking of last month. I desired to become a full-time graphic artist and painter and decide to move around states every year. I don't feel happy in this city that had been getting negative headlines as "The dangerous city in the world", "The city's worst educational instituation", and "the city's road to financial ruin" because of it's lack of job prospects. Just recently, Reading, PA is now ranked #1 with the high poverty rate. This city does NOT give anyone a chance, especially the city's college graduates. Since nobody don't want to hire, I had to turn to freelance design.
I decided not to go by anybody's standards, telling me I can't succeed by myself and I will never leave this city....they can go fuck themselves! I decided to end toxic friendships with people who don't care who mostly don't help themselves. I'm getting TOO old for this. I have to do something for myself now.
Take care!
JAN 22, 2012 02:56 PM
Still ok to write: Happy Birthday?
P.S.: I like the stubborness. 
