My Side of the Story

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Kenny, I'm not sure if you're reading this or not, but it's okay because this blog wasn't meant for you, but you did play a huge role in why I am the way I am, so thank you! I'll never understand why you hated me so much, and I could care less because your opinions have never mattered to me. In the end, I'm always going to be the one who sees the best in people despite their attitudes towards me. While I was working on myself, I hoped you changed throughout the past 3 years, but a little bird told me you're still starting trouble whenever you can. I'm afraid you're too far down in your own world that you'll never be able to see your mistakes. Even when you get your ass handed to you, you'll still never be able to see something from someone else's point of view. Maybe you should take your own advice about "checking yourself and attitude, and you gotta wonder why you have so much beef with everyone." Clearly you didn't get th...

   After high school, N.M. and I isolated ourselves. He convinced me that there was no point in hanging out/talking to the people I was friends with in school because they were all fake. N.M. even confessed to hating every single person he and I were ever friends with. (Yeah all you guys who thought you were friends with N.M., he talked shit about all of you.) Keeping to myself, I spent majority of my time hanging out with my baby sister. N.M. was never interactive with her, instead he complained about her presence while she was there saying things like “Does she have to be here? I mean, you don’t see me bringing my younger brother,” but he knew that my baby sister comes first before anyone else, and I guess he didn’t like that.    One instance I can still remember to this day was when N.M. and I picked my baby sister up from school. His younger brother was in the car as well, but when I got D.G., she was complaining that she was really hungry because she didn’t li...

     From the moment N.M. and I got together, I never wanted to put my heart into it mainly because he was my ex’s (N.S.) friend and it felt weird to do anything at all with him. I spent the first six months of our relationship trying to avoid N.M. I didn’t even want to be seen with him because I felt like we were never on the same level. Around this time, many of our friends (specifically R.E.), began telling N.M. that we shouldn’t be together because he’s just another guy on my list. Even his cousin, K.Q. (don’t worry homie, your part is coming up reaaal soon) suspiciously began attaching himself to me even so far as to call me his “cousin-in-law.” N.M. warned me to beware of K.Q. because he tends to cause trouble, but because I always see the good in people, I ignored his warning. For those of you who know where I’m going with this, this was obviously a mistake. 💁   Whenever I thought about N.M., I wished it was N.S. I honestly didn’t even ...

  Now re-enrolled at Radford, I knew the one thing I had to do was prove to everyone that I wasn’t the weak girl they saw me as a few months ago. My brother was going to be an incoming freshman, and I had to be strong for him, or people would step all over him as they did to me. I didn’t want that, so I changed into someone I never wanted to become. I hated putting on this bitchy act in public because it wasn’t me; the Rianna who was so outgoing and constantly laughing...but that girl was long gone because people destroyed me. I understood the backlash that would come with my “attitude,” but I would rather be unapproachable and have people talk about me than having fake people reaching out to be friends only to turn against me one day. I couldn’t trust anyone. My goal for the last two years of high school was to make sure I was the girl no one wanted to mess with, so when my siblings came into Radford, no one dared to pick on them the way they did to me.   F...