I’m done with being sorry. I’m done with feeling ashamed. I’m done with wondering what kind of shit my friends talk about behind my back (I have no delusions; We are women, hear us roar! And tear each other apart). I’m done with feeling neglected. I’m done with feeling used. I’m done letting the petty games get to me and I’m done with adding fuel to the paranoid fire.
I do not need those who roll their eyes or those who patronize me with the ever-so-nice condescending compliment. I do not need your acceptance.
I am perfectly fine.
i like this. take no prisoners, lady!
1 month ago