i'd be lying if i said i didn't get in my feelings about the way people treat me, but i've learned it's life and everybody isn't me. everybody don't show the same love i show.... and for that i'll be okay.
i hate hate HATE that i require so much reassurance like things could be going perfectly fine but there’s always a part of me that believes that all of it is a lie.
Because God will literally pull you out some things you shouldn’t have survived, when you didn’t know how you were gonna make something happen but did, when you cried yourself to sleep but woke up feeling comforted or at peace???
Literally nothing God can’t do