Okay so I had a notorious bad day two days ago but instead of doing copious amount of drugs, popping pills, binge eating or self harming, I took a few shots, talked about my feelings & danced around my house with my roommates singing broadway showtunes. It was a good outlet.
Regardless it was still a bad day.
David finally caught a glimpse of a bad day.
& I swear, he didn’t make the problems go away & he didn’t make the whole world seem better, but, I kind of figured out that I’m beginning to love him which isn’t saying much because it’s not like I’m in love with him, I just love him & it’s simple & easy & it just makes sense because when I’m with him, the world just kind of makes sense & he’s a beautiful person & I feel beautiful & I don’t know, what’s not to love?
He didn’t have to pry that out of me either. It just kind of got to a point where I couldn’t not say it because it was true & for the first time I didn’t care about whether or not it was reciprocated because it’s not like I was putting anything on the line: I was just telling the truth.
What she really craved was a connection. That feeling you got when you knew you were supposed to be with someone.
A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger.
Y’all: black women unity!
Y’all: *drags every black woman under the sun who’s not Beyoncé*
I know you’re sad, so I won’t tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day. Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don’t give up on yourself just yet. It’ll get better. Until then, have a day.