hello, tianna here.

i felt the need to blog here since im feelin the way that long blog shit is making my blog look.

if that sentence even made sense.

the ugly bitch in front me is probably wondering why i keep glancing at her , shes not very appealing her eye makeup is just bothering me. she is too dark to be wearing baby blue eye shadow , and she has a bad weaveee. i dont mean to be mean i just dont like for people to "not look right" , on a normal day i would walk up to her and ask who did her hair and say that it was cute all that blazay blazay , but today i might lash off and tell her the truth , im not prepared for her response because im bleeding so ill just keep my thoughts to myself.

in the mean time ... jarell can finish this blog or whatever.

i just wanted to post that.

-tyda.

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" i must got a angel, ckuz look how death miss his ass - unbreakable! "

yeah, idk why she wrote on my blog. i don't mind though. for the most part i'm in pain but i can endure alot so that's what i've done all day, was yellin and hittin walls earlier when it hurt to swallow my spit which turned out to be clots of blood that wouldn't stop drippin on my mouth. i'm good now, i can actually eat but it hurts like fuckin hell. i would've rather go to school then went through that bullshit. and i kind've sorta felt like i was awake during the surgery but i remember trying to wake up, lookin at that window above the room and them telling me i can get up now. taking the lil tubes out my arm and nose and shit. i'm too stubborn to have them walk me out the door so i basically tried to pull away and walk myself but they wouldn't let go of me. i ended up walking to the house by myself, just wanted to see if i could do it... i felt like i could. i wasn't THAT dizzy.

so, i'll be out for 3 days, meaning i'll be sick & shut in for 3 days. can't go no where, can't, barely can talk... barley can even walk alot.. but oh well i'll be aight. umm, they gave me all these rules. keep a ice pack on it, rinse with salt water after brushing, never lay flat down, don't spit out the blood clots it'll hurt... WHICH i did before even reading any such paper. and i actually was in so much pain when i got home... i don't feel that much better... just it isn't that mild now, it's like just a lil bit of pain when i move my mouth alot or try to eat. not much when i talk unless when i have to open my mouth allll the way but let me stop complaining. i'm so dead at these niggahs though, i don't care how bad a bitch is... jealousy & envy would never force me to stoop that low. I have too much pride to do some bullshit like that, regardless. But all in all, it seems like female shit to me. i don't ENTERTAIN IT!

on some other bullshit, i know for a fact i'll be in SC for a while well until moms get better and be able to go to work and all that good shit. i'm nervous to see how she pull out of that kemo, she got 3 doctor appointments next week.. i WILL be missing school tuesday and thursday.. i'll go tuesday and wed ( sister's brithday & doctor check up day ) her kemo's thursday, i def don't care if they drop me outtah that class... I HAVE to go to columbia with her regardless of school. I got next semseter to do it over .theres no second chance w/ life

" only once the drugs are done - then i feel like dyinnn "

hello, tianna here.

i felt the need to blog here since im feelin the way that long blog shit is making my blog look.

if that sentence even made sense.

the ugly bitch in front me is probably wondering why i keep glancing at her , shes not very appealing her eye makeup is just bothering me. she is too dark to be wearing baby blue eye shadow , and she has a bad weaveee. i dont mean to be mean i just dont like for people to "not look right" , on a normal day i would walk up to her and ask who did her hair and say that it was cute all that blazay blazay , but today i might lash off and tell her the truth , im not prepared for her response because im bleeding so ill just keep my thoughts to myself.

in the mean time ... jarell can finish this blog or whatever.

i just wanted to post that.

-tyda.

------------------------------------------------------------

" i must got a angel, ckuz look how death miss his ass - unbreakable! "

yeah, idk why she wrote on my blog. i don't mind though. for the most part i'm in pain but i can endure alot so that's what i've done all day, was yellin and hittin walls earlier when it hurt to swallow my spit which turned out to be clots of blood that wouldn't stop drippin on my mouth. i'm good now, i can actually eat but it hurts like fuckin hell. i would've rather go to school then went through that bullshit. and i kind've sorta felt like i was awake during the surgery but i remember trying to wake up, lookin at that window above the room and them telling me i can get up now. taking the lil tubes out my arm and nose and shit. i'm too stubborn to have them walk me out the door so i basically tried to pull away and walk myself but they wouldn't let go of me. i ended up walking to the house by myself, just wanted to see if i could do it... i felt like i could. i wasn't THAT dizzy.

so, i'll be out for 3 days, meaning i'll be sick & shut in for 3 days. can't go no where, can't, barely can talk... barley can even walk alot.. but oh well i'll be aight. umm, they gave me all these rules. keep a ice pack on it, rinse with salt water after brushing, never lay flat down, don't spit out the blood clots it'll hurt... WHICH i did before even reading any such paper. and i actually was in so much pain when i got home... i don't feel that much better... just it isn't that mild now, it's like just a lil bit of pain when i move my mouth alot or try to eat. not much when i talk unless when i have to open my mouth allll the way but let me stop complaining. i'm so dead at these niggahs though, i don't care how bad a bitch is... jealousy & envy would never force me to stoop that low. I have too much pride to do some bullshit like that, regardless. But all in all, it seems like female shit to me. i don't ENTERTAIN IT!

on some other bullshit, i know for a fact i'll be in SC for a while well until moms get better and be able to go to work and all that good shit. i'm nervous to see how she pull out of that kemo, she got 3 doctor appointments next week.. i WILL be missing school tuesday and thursday.. i'll go tuesday and wed ( sister's brithday & doctor check up day ) her kemo's thursday, i def don't care if they drop me outtah that class... I HAVE to go to columbia with her regardless of school. I got next semseter to do it over .theres no second chance w/ life

" only once the drugs are done - then i feel like dyinnn "