Love your life...

I love me more now...so F.U!

I love me more now...so F.U!

The problem, I have now figured out, was that I loved him more than I loved myself. 

I lost myself, trying to find that spot in his heart that actually valued me beyond my bedroom skills and my looks. 

But now that I love me more, I love him less.... 


Mac Miller’s Death...

Mac Miller’s Death...

So while you 're focused on the money, just make sure you alright 

Not referring to your looks, but everything that’s out of sight

Your heart, your mind, your soul

Don’t wait till you are too old

To realize that things that are worth it in life aren’t sold!


Love & Drugs: Toxic love is a drug!

Love & Drugs: Toxic love is a drug!

Don’t turn your love for your partner into a drug. Liability and dependency are two different things.[...] Your boyfriend or husband is not your dad or your brother. Your girlfriend or wife is not your mother or sister.

Be fair, be real, and be logical with what you ask from your partner.

The Truth About Mental Toughness in College Sports...

The Truth About Mental Toughness in College Sports...

You see to me, basketball was more than just a sport. It was the moment that I was finally able to let go of my problems, the issues I faced at home. The court was where I found my peace. The place I cleared my mind. It was the one thing that would not let me down. I knew that when I gave my all to it, it recognized it. I improved, I played better, and playing just felt better and better every single time. Call me an addict. Call it an addiction. Basketball, my sport, was the only thing that made me happy. 

Pain. Now is all you got...

Pain. Now is all you got...


      This is the type of pain you feel when you lose someone you love. This is the type of pain you feel when you give your all into a person and get nothing in return. This is the type of pain you feel when you watch all your hard work of years crumble down into pieces. This is the type of pain you feel when you work so hard, but no one sees it, supports it or appreciates it. This is the type of pain you feel when you grow old and gray and you realize that you lived your life based on what others thought of you. This is the type of pain you feel, when you are at the peak of your sports career and you undergo a major surgery. This is the type of pain you feel when the first man that touched you, wasn’t a partner of yours, but someone who took advantage of your young age. This is the type of pain you feel when you have never met your father or your mother. This is the type of pain you feel when a parent of yours chooses not to be a parent. This is the type of pain you feel when you had to be an adult before you were done being a child.