Who Is To Blame?


You ever wonder why some people seem to blame others for their f**ked up lives?

They go through life always losing out not because of what someone else has done, it is because of something that they have lack all their life. It is because they didn’t have it in them in the first place.They are the losers.They want to blame all their fail-ers on others when it is them that is the cause of it. When I try to speck to anyone and all they can do is cus at me and tell me that I am the reason that they are a failer, then there is no talking, just yelling and raising hell with each other. That doesn’t work well for most relationships. All I have done here is when she ask about doing something, I have tried my dam best to make it happen for her, but all she wants to tell me is what I kept her from doing, hell she wasn’t doing or getting anywhere when I met her in the first place, so where the f**k was she going then?
Life is way to f**king short to deal with so much carp, there is really no need for it. When is the point of no return on something like this? where does it go and where does it end?
Just how much is one person suppose to take off of anther? At what point does this BS stop?
I just want my life to end if it is so bad that someone thinks that low of me?I love the fact that there is a God and that he is suppose to make things right in time, but I am running out of that time. If I have been so wrong, then why does he keep me here, Is this my punishment for just knowing this person. I can not help but wonder what it would have been like if I had done something different, not the same old thing, like trying to care for someone.
I guess that the point is, did I just waste my time on someone that will never get anywhere or did I use my time to try and better their lives anyway.
If I have failed to make this work then my time here has been wasted as well, maybe I don’t deserve to have a better life after all, maybe I am getting just what I deserve. Happiest is not all that, you know, if you can’t face the failers as well.
Sometimes it does not matter how much you may love someone, it still does not work out and at what point do you say it is over and done? I know one thing and that is I really hope that I get to die and move on soon, because living here is not all the it is made out to be.

Written by a lost soul, by someone just wanting to move on to the next step in this place we call humanity.

Written by Bobbie Jean, for myself.




Tomorrow is not a given, it’s a gift from God,
It is for us to enjoy, not to ask why.
It is part of this life we share,
Give your life to God, if you dare.

Because of God my life has changed for the better, I live for him everyday now, because only he can give me life.

Miss Bobbie Jean

What goes around, comes around!

What goes around, comes around!

I have noticed lately how they are treating real women in NC because of their bathroom laws, it is amazing how they can turn so quickly against their own, just because they look like other people in the world.Who is to determine who is what these days, and really what does it matter who is what? When I go to the bathroom I go just to pee, what the hell else is there to do in one, unless you are at a bar where people like to hang out there. Why would anyone want to go in a restroom in like Wal-mart to f**k off, just go about your business and don’t worry about what anyone else is doing if they are not directly f**king with you. What right does anyone have to judge anyone else in the first place, unless for some reason you think that you are better then they are and what makes you think that you are? I have watched as the world has moved forward and what I have seen is that more of the people that are trying to stop us from peeing where we need to pee are the ones that have done all the things that they say we are doing, like f**king with kids in a restroom, just how dumb that would be? unless you want to get caught why would one pick a place like that? As sorry I am to say this, but what is happening now is what it will take to open their eyes as to what kind of damage they are doing to their own kind, In a way it is like just let us live ours lives for us.
Miss Bobbie Jean.

God and Transgenders Stand Together.



I would guess that some of you wonder why I sit here and write the things I do instead of doing something-else with the little time I have left to live. Well this is it in a nut shell, I love my family here and you are what I am about. I have tried to live my life helping those around me, one way or another. So in the end maybe this is the best place for me to be, with you.

Thank you for being a friend and thank you for your support at my time of need for it in my life. It is most welcome here.

Miss Bobbie Jean.

Though for today!


Sometimes it’s not what you say that hurt’s, it’s the way you say it that takes it’s toll on someone, so with that in mind be careful to how you speak your words, especially when dealing with someone who deals with depression in their lives.
Depression is not a game , and anyone can fall into a depressed state of mind, even you.

Miss Bobbie Jean

My Canvas!

“The world is my canvas and it will not just be in black and white as so many see it to be, it is full of colors, like red and blue, orange and green if you know what I mean. Same as people, we are not all black or white, we are everything in the middle.”
Hope your time is full of good things and your sadness has walked right out the door.
Love to all.
Written by Miss Bobbie Jean….