November 25, 2019
So yeah, this month what I learned really is that I can be black, still. So black. So rotten to the core, that I can watch people walk away without feeling anything. I do this to the people I love most. Well, it depends. Depends on what, I have no exact idea. What I also learned is that I can be soft, weak, and sensitive to the point that even I hate myself for it. I don't like being around me. Now, I don't—and I am learning not to—hate myself that much anymore. I learned that's not necessary.