Sometimes I feel bad for things that ain’t even real. Walked into my room this morning and turned my fan off. I was like, “Man… you been on for like 3 weeks with no break. Let’s give it a rest, bud.”
Never again will I deal with men that make me feel like I’m hard to love, men that make me feel like I’m not worthy of affection, or men that make me feel like I’m doing too much when I require more than the bare minimum.