Tongues start wagging, rumors starts spreading.



Leading a luxurious lifestyle, having the finer goods in life.
Is this beneficial or is this killing me slowly?
I drive, I have massages at high-end parlor, I shop often.
I get bored of drinking vodka/martell daily.
I know some people kill for my lifestyle, which is why i appreciate what i have now.

& Of course, when people read my blog. They'd think I'm depressed, I'm fucked up.
Well, the fucked up part is true. But I'm not as depressed as it seems.
 & To be honest, my man treats me like a princess.
I mean who the hell shows up your house with cold beers when you're upset?
Well, he does.
He who pampers me like hell, who doesn't judge me by my past.
Who allows me parties, who allows me to hangout with my guy mates.
Most of the guys I've date, would prolly freak out if i told them I'm hanging out with my mates.

Well, my man would prolly tell me enjoy my night. And feel safer that my guy mates are around because they look out for me.
Don't judge my man, by the things I've wrote on this diary.
Most of them are my inner fears, ain't the shit he does.
If I wanna list all the good stuffs about him , I'd have to write this post for an hour or two.

I would say, his the kinda man I'd like to marry to.
The man that my proud kids would definitely boast about .

I wanna thank my guy for loving me all this while, his the best gift I've got.
Thank baby, for being here.

Love,x