as a self-claimed lover of loved, beloved of all (it’s acc what my full name means so maybe my fam created this character trait for me idk) — people be testing you.
people be inherently projecting their own problems, contingencies against thr faith of all things good, and you are left unassembling and cleaning up shit in an apartment that you haven’t lived in since June (damage deposit of peeling paint and tired souls)
It’s so hard to continue the path of grace, to be ‘the better person’ — so much of my life, I’ve contained my rage, bottled it into journal-entry analyses of ‘how to be a better person’
sometimes tho… I want to rip everything to shreds. Shout FUCK YOU not to the void of my car on long pursuits of unhappiness down the highway, but to the people who made me question my ability to love, to feel love.
I hate it all. but I gotta keep moving forward 🌧️😴➡️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥😜🙂🤞🏾
