I won’t listen, so you may as well shut your face.

“You’re not good enough.”

“You think you can do whatever you want, but you need to do it my way.”

“Being a paralegal automatically makes you into a good writer.”

“You’ll never write in this town again.”

“Cold-calling and marketing are the same thing.”

“You should go to a doctor because you clearly have a brain tumor that needs to be removed because you’re not a good person anymore.”

Those are just some of the things that I have heard people say to me in the past few months. (Actually, most of these things came from a 40-year-old who acts like a 15 year old mean girl by constantly gossiping about others who fail to kiss her ass, and is married to a pot head. Considering the source, her opinion’s not needed anyway.)

But rather than listen to you, I’ll blaze my own path. You’re not going to get me down- one way or another I will find a way to push past you and far beyond your reach.

You can’t hurt someone who has decided that your opinion doesn’t matter enough to be dignified. In others words, nah-nah-nah-nah.

I won’t listen so you may as well shut your face.

So what do I have to show for my life lately? More than I think, probably. I own a business, and I’m flexible and generous with my time. I care for others, and am always busy. I guess that’s enough for now.

Bulletproof.

You shout it out,
But I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud not saying much
I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
Cut me down
But it’s you who’ll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I’m talking loud not saying much
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard as bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium

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I Move on from “Chicago”

While truckin’ down the road of life, although all hope seems gone,
I just move on.

When I can’t find a single star to hang my wish upon, I just move on,
I move on.

I run so fast, a shotgun blast can hurt me not one bit.

I’m on my toes cause heaven knows a moving target’s hard to hit.

So as we play in life’s ballet, we’re not the dying swans, we just move on,
we move on.

Just when it seems we’re out of dreams, and things have got us down.

We don’t despair, we don’t go there, we hang our bonnets out of town.

So there’s no doubt we’re well cut out to run life’s marathon, we just move on,
we just move on.

So fleet of foot, we can’t stay put, we just move on.
Yes, we move on!

Notes for the Future.

Never, ever befriend or trust anyone that you work with. I thought I always knew that- but lately, I’ve been reminded why I have trouble with relationships in all aspects. Cause they just cannot be trusted.

Yep, once again it’s been proven to me.Deep down, all people are the same. Period point blank. Everyone is scum.

People, regardless of their age, have no problem speaking about me behind my back, but cannot say jack s**t to my face. I’m tired of this nonsense. I thought I left high school far behind, but apparently not. Instead, under the guise of not sugar coating things for me “friends” tell me things that others are saying- yet, again, why are YOU telling me this??????? Grown men with no balls cannot say a thing. I just hate everyone, and I don’t discriminate. Everyone sucks equally.