Sometimes I’m like, “Damn Patrice, you take a lot of selfies.” But then I’m like…if I don’t love my face, who else will? So whatever man, self love is the best love. And I’m out ayyyye.
I have a lot of feelings. A lot of feelings about a lot of things and I’m not sure what to do with them or how to handle them or how to move on from them. I talk about them but not enough. My eyes water but I don’t really ever cry. I dismiss the thoughts before they can manifest into something more. If I actually succumb to my feelings what’s the worst that could happen? Even the word “succumb” makes it seem like I’m falling to the hands of the worst evil. It’s just sadness. They’re just feelings. I’ll get over it, right?