You know,
It just donged on me that I make for a great filler, apparently. Makes sense why praises and reassurances always felt generic to me - never heartfelt. I wear my heart on my sleeve and people see that and use it against me. They know I will be there. They know I go lengths for my loved ones. They know. And instead of genuinely embracing it; me, they use it for their own benefit. Naturally, I get the shit end.
Fuck alla that. I’m not turning cold but I’m definitely taking heed to this newfound epiphany. I’m protecting me. Reclaiming my time. Protecting my energy. Embracing my peace.
Respectfully, fuck everybody. I’m doing Me.


















