tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44203926692789226802012-02-16T02:09:32.372-07:00Free. Relaxed, and Telling it as it is This is my TestimonyReynaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04495722720225837619noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420392669278922680.post-80731990253116882702009-01-11T03:46:00.002-07:002009-01-11T03:53:27.691-07:00For the last like month i feel like i just don't matter to anyone anymore. Like i just don't exist. Im not there or i'm always the last person someone will ask to hang out with. It hurts. i don't know how to explain the hurt but i feel forgotten. work has sucked so much the last month and i just don't think i can keep going on. i grow more and more to quitting. its gonna happen soon. i feel so down when i ask someone what there doing and they don't text me back because they don't wanna say because they didn't invite me. <div><br /></div><div>i feel so unwanted. everywhere... work, friends, Life.<br /><div><br /></div><div>its 4 am</div><div>and i cant sleep...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4420392669278922680-8073199025311688270?l=reynaldorevived.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reynaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04495722720225837619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420392669278922680.post-61343632745004283342009-01-09T02:05:00.002-07:002009-01-09T02:27:11.787-07:00<a href="http://s551.photobucket.com/albums/ii470/Gnarles/?action=view&amp;current=mail1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i551.photobucket.com/albums/ii470/Gnarles/mail1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div><br /></div><div>So i find myself wanting to blog.. but i have nothing to blog about.. haha thanks to chelsea im hooked. so today i found myself thinkin about my beard alot. thinkin about whether i should shave it off or not. i want it to look a certain way. but damn my family genes. they keep me from what i want. but ill keep trying. i really dont know what people think of it but i really dont care. </div><div><br /></div><div>till tomarrow... 1 Love</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4420392669278922680-6134363274500428334?l=reynaldorevived.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reynaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04495722720225837619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420392669278922680.post-45311930976990594152009-01-08T00:56:00.002-07:002009-01-08T01:08:43.965-07:00Im not sure how to put this day into words. When i woke up. my dad asked me what i was gonna do today and i answered " I'm not sure" and he replied.. " go be with chelsea?". i broke down. Where i stood is where i fell. i hurt so much inside. I'm not sure why but i do. Like i cant let it go.=[ i just wish for a day i could rewind. Rewind it all and do more then iv done. Be a better person then iv been. i rewind every day in my head. going threw every scenario, thinking what more could i have done. The rest of the day was normal. But im sick of normal. i want more.<div><br /></div><div>But what.....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4420392669278922680-4531193097699059415?l=reynaldorevived.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reynaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04495722720225837619noreply@blogger.com0