Searching4nansw's Journal

Mutha fuckas always wanna talk ima give em sumthin to talk about

This journal is for every mutha fuckas wondering if I'm really sick.

If you wanna know man the fuck up and come ask me. Only bitches talk behind ya back. If you wanna know why I need to miss days so often, woman the fuck up and come ask me. If you wanna know why I cry so much, lose the bitch and just ask me. I have no problems answering your questions but when you meet the bitch that lies just beneathe the surface please don't back the fuck down and run away like a bitch with ya tail between ya legs because you asked me. I'm learning the hard way that adults have less sense than children. If a child was curious about something they would have the balls to come ask me. Speculation, and assumptions get you nowhere but a real good ass whuppin. Now this is for all the mutha fuckers assuming shit without having the balls t ojust ask me. You ready cause here it goes. I HAVE LUPUS. No, it's not cancer. There is no cure. When I'm fine one day and sick the next no I'm not faking I HAVE LUPUS. When I'm exposed to the sun for longer than 15 mins without sunblock I get an ominous rash that's followed by fever, headache, joint pain, loss of appetite, and sometimes nausea and vomiting. No, its not the FLU I HAVE LUPUS. My hair falls out in patches. I'm constantly tired. I get hives for no reason. My muscle ache so bad they burn. I swell so badly I look like someone has inserted a helium tank in my asshole and blew me up. My hands turn blue when I'm exposed to cold and it feels like frostbite. It's not frostbite, its Raynaud's syndrome caused by the LUPUS. Now that should have answered a lot of questions. If it didn't, FIND YA BALLS AND COME ASK ME! For everyone else thats been in my corner. y true friends you know who you are.I love you and I am so thankful to have your love and support. Everybody else well, yall can kiss my fat ass, and by the way I HAVE LUPUS, COME ASK ME!