Sometimes I get to a point when I'm reading a book, and I'm so scared of the potential heartbreak that I'm prayinggggg and begging the author (who has long published said book) to take it easy on my heart 😭😭 and write me something I can live with 😩
It's Friday
I'm not pregnant
I'm not begging a man to be nice to me
December is 3 months away
I'm not typing a paragraph to anybody's son begging for love
And pampers is not a part of my monthly budget
Life's good 🥂