No One Is Responsible for My Happiness But Me

Finding the Right Words Day #6: HAPPY

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I was sad recently. About a boy. Blehhhhh.

It’s hard for me to admit when I’m sad about a boy. One, because I’m in my 30s, the fuck?! Why the hell are niggas still making me upset? What is this, highschool?

This entry isn’t even about the boy in question, but it’s also hard to talk/write about my man problems because it …