phoned a friend last week to vent about how my panic disorder has gotten worse and she deadass said “um…. ok?”
that same friend would be sobbing at the foot of my casket if i gave up my fight.
+ a lot of people only show up for the hinged, perfect, mess-free version of you.
Sometimes I feel so weird explaining to someone how inconsiderate they were in a situation. It’s like if you didn’t feel yourself wildin, idk what’s left to say.
I have noticed that most men don't recognise emotional abuse, as actual abuse. Many will be proud not to have laid hands on a woman but their loophole is breaking women's spirits and calling themselves kings for being different. We can do better gents.