Orginal Jake

Disclaimer: This is detailed. I can't hold back. It may sound like porn so If you don't wanna read the rest don't click read more.

It all started randomly.. on facebook... of all places. This was 4 years ago, meeting someone on facebook seemed harmless. It was harmless [or so I thought]

I know I should be over it....

But I can't. I'm going to miss being a Victoria's Secret girl this Christmas.

I love my Victoria's Secret Santa hat! I love opening all the new stuff. I love arguing with cheap men about what they should get for their girlfriends... Ok I'm done

I've seen you naked... now take your cool off

I'm amazed by how afraid we are to love...

We meaning me & 99.8% of the population.
By love I mean truly love, making yourself open avaiable to anything that may happen. Mya par example... she won't even let me in all the way. She tells me things and right at the tip of the iceberg we start talking about the lames or the co-workers. I'm honest with Mya, possibly too honest but hey that's who I am and how I am. We are afraid of love. I can love you... BUT I'm selfish I won't give you mine I'll buy you one. I don't want to be loved... that's why I get into situations with men who are seemingly incapable of loving. I know my flaws so please don't tell me what's wrong with me I'm working on it.

Real Music, Real Love

Last night I had the pleasure to see Maxwell live in concert:

I took the picture in Sepia because thats the mood I was in. More pix inside..

I went there

I'm listening to Marvin Gaye's classic, Let's get it on. I can't help but laugh. It happened ladys and gentleman. No nasteeee details...

I was sober.

The Rapper

I'm not good in relationships... I am however one of the best friends you'll ever have or at least that's what the people tell me.

Resignation

*I'm dead serious. Me, myself & I are having a serious talk*

Dear self,

Lately you've been pissing me off to the point of no return. We used to have goals. We had this drive that could move mountains and make incredible things happen. After one or two disappointing situations you lost all faith in me. You make no fucking sense. How can you lose faith in me and still believe that there's something great and worthwhile in every person you meet. I fucked up. I should have been more focused on what was important. Now I suffer for past mistakes. FOCUS...