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Everyday I am always trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. And if I’m ever going to be enough. And if I’m ever going to be truly happy. I’m out of options and pick me ups. I hate this emotional fist fight.
Hello and welcome to my newest blog. I have been known as The Little Black Sheep, Aa_BeBe_pHaT_, Thejeanlouise, The little sarcastic girl and what not to many of you. But this time, I’m just going to be me- Issa.







You know how they always tell how to “Not Judge A Book By It’s Cover?”
Yeah, I think I’m going to start doing that.
I keep forgetting that people have it worse in life than I do.
I realized, that if people are going to hate me, then I must have been doing something right.
Because in my perspective, I have made them realize that I have done something they can’t- I have something that they don’t have and things like that don’t go unnoticed. To be remembered, to be pin-pointed over the most minute things just goes to show that you can earn a degree, but class is something you are born with.
So when I show up tomorrow, please know that I know who you are (or at least have an IDEA of who you are: childish, cheap and immature) but I’m not going to ruin you the ways you THINK you have ruined me.
I have other ways of doing things.