#stressed
I legit thought I was gonna pass out when I got to the top, loool… the hill was mad steep.
This has been a wild year so far… the dichotomy of culture changing covid and blm vs one of my books being on the nyt bestsellers list 10weeks straight and potentially getting to work with a client of my dreams… it’s really hard to wrap my head around everything. It’s an extremely weird feeling to be honest, but nothing makes me feel more grounded than hiking in the woods or biking in the city. Thankful for things I can rely on, thankful for simplicity.
it’s only 11am and i’m already stressed tf out. how are you all doing?
i hate angry stress crying
The airport is one place where I truly don’t have to worry about anything aside from getting on a plane
Why bother try, we all die anyways, might as well end it
I cut people out of my life that drain my energy with their toxic nature.
‘it’s getting bad again…’
bestie did it ever get better in the first place??? or did you just shift all your attention, affection and focus into another person, giving them the love you wished you had but never receiving it so it’s just becomes a bottomless well of you just giving and giving and soon you realize you are so addicted to self destruction your 'love’ became the manifestation of it
Sometimes it feels like I take up too much space
Like my presence annoys others, like I don’t quite fit into place
I’m either too loud or to soft
I don’t talk enough or I talk to much
No matter what I do I can’t seem to please you
It gets so exhausting trying to be
Something for everybody, I just want to be me
But I’m stretched too thin and I work to much
I keep giving away parts of myself and it’s never enough.