No more pity shit.
No more feeling sorry for myself.
It’s time to get mad. And stay mad.
Because you know what?
I’m not too much. I am enough.
I have a large portion of my shift together and I have a hell of a lot of potential and drive for my future.
To the right person I wouldn’t be found drastically lacking.
No one is perfect and everyone has faults.
But the the right person, I am enough.
Or I will be.
It’s not me that’s the issue.
The right person will find me to be worth the effort. They will find me challenging and fun. They would want to build a life with me. They would be satisfied with me and only me.
Maybe the right person isn’t Jimmie.
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