Life goes on. I’m giving myself permission to be lazy for a couple of hours. My messenger is implying very dramatic things in text tho that’s making me wanna bleed psychology. Or speculate as to people whispering bad advice. Or something? That’s the nature of speculation tho – I don’t know.
I do still wish I wasn’t pressed as a spoiled ass. Being spoiled isn’t really what drives my expectations or any sense of entitlement . . . .
(And one thing I’ll point out though is my self esteem is a lil higher than to just bitch into that. All I know is what I’m receiving in response isn’t right feeling, and just weird from someone you regard with friendship. Or as a buddy.)
Oh . . . .white space.
You whitey, whitey, white space.