the other day those dammmmm kids at school asked me straight up why I care and I almost wasn’t sure why.
but now i get it. I care from a heavy deep place when it comes to other people. but when it comes from taking care of my own stuff I give myself the once over. No one discounts me like me.
now that the age of adulthood has descended, do i really have much choice anymore? i can’t be bitching that its anyone else’s fault for much longer.
I gotta do some life strategic planning, and soon!
V
