I’m praying tonight, for the Lord to give me strength to let all of my past go. I don’t live there anymore and I don’t know her anymore. I’m about to risk it all and I just want to make sure I’m the only one I hurt if it all comes crumbling down.
Get the cops called on you, flirt with someone who’s curl pattern is better than yours, eat $11 mashed potatoes. Because YOU ARE ONLY 23 ONCE. DO YOU HEAR ME.
My room, like my life, is currently under construction. I get anxiety when things don’t have a specific place and it usually leads to reorganizing every single thing. Currently debating if moving my bed at 11 pm is psychotic
Hearing both my parents say they’re proud of me in the same day makes the grind worth it but also makes me want so much more. I owe them the world. Time to eat and I don’t mean food.
I could write a book (maybe one day I will) on the importance of loving your dang self and not giving a rats patooty (I’m trying not to curse) about men’s thoughts/scars/weight/carbs/money. I’m in a mood, let me go to bed.
Run me ragged and run me over, but try doing it to my parents, you’ll witness a whole other level of hell come up out of me you didn’t know 1 person could hold. Try me.