Is all that we know...?

I've been had. Hoodwinked. Fooled. Led astray. Deceived. Duped. Outwitted and TRICKED.

Damn. Damn. Damn. You think you know a person and then the light is flicked on and who you thought was there, wasn't there at all. 

Vulnerability is the best way for me to explain this. I loved him, well, I loved who I THOUGHT he was. I called him my brother, my friend, my rock and I trusted him with my life, with my thoughts and my secrets. I let him in. HURT. 

If I could talk to him again, I'd be afraid. Fearful because the power I thought he had, he did, just not under the circumstances in which I was ready to deal with. Where will life take you? Why did you fool us? Were your words genuine or was I just a pawn in your game? Answer me! 

Traumatized. I watched my hope walk away in handcuffs. . .

O.P.I nail polish and Erykah Badu

I listened to 2.4 hours worth of Erykah Badu, something from every album. She soothes my inner beast, hell, she just soothes me.

Solitude.

I think I'll use these last two weeks to gather my thoughts, my peace and my intellect. I'm ready to tackle Junior year like God planned for me to do. No more cliques, no more drama, no more extra. People tend to be my downfall because I seem to give people a certain power, pfft, not again.

Twenty minute shower. Scrubbing, thinking, singing, humming, praising, wishing.

Twenty minutes later; clean and happy.

Smelling good, feeling fine.

Enough with Erykah,

lets put itunes on shuffle.

Chrisette Michelle - Mr. Radio.

Yes, sing to me. "is there more than the physical" - over here, yep and that's what draws me in.

I'm all over the place tonight, but I like it. Free and doing me.

I'll be back when what I have to say makes sense...

happy & refusing to go back.

I used to listen to 'Rihanna - Cry' religiously, "I'm not the type to get my heart broken, I'm not the type to get upset and cry, 'cause I never leave my heart open". Now, I don't. I listen to old school love songs, songs about falling, being in and entering love. 

Some people have been skeptics and honestly, it bothered me because I value peoples opinions. Then, I remembered, I was a different Morgan a few weeks back and no matter what anyone says, I'm happy. I'm good. I'm smitten. All negativity is fictitious; it ceases to exist around these parts. 

Excuse me if I offend, but, 

Nothing even matters...