I been shitted on, lied to, betrayed, disrespected, overlooked, and left to figure that shit out alone. Yet I still show up. Still pray. Still hustle. Still love. Some of y’all don’t even know how much pain a woman can carry and still look fine as hell doing it.
when i haven’t talked to my friends, i call them and be like ‘so you not feeling me today?’ even though they may have been busy.
hashtag self centered.
One thing that keeps me going is believing that the best years of my life are still ahead of me. I hope I continue to feel that way, no matter how old I am.