Bitches be losers, the bitches around them be losers and the bitch that raised them is a loser so all they do is loser bitch shit, it’s so unfortunate to see every day
Hardest thing for me to grasp as an adult is you have to keep showing up no matter how you feel. You gotta do this shit sad, do it heartbroken, do it grieving, do it tired. Life doesn’t care, it waits for nobody, you just have to keep going
if it bothers me, it bothers me. i can't control the shit that upsets me, but don't make me feel dumb for explaining my feelings to you because you don't see my point of view