We win if we win. We put a world on the way.
And every time you throw your dude in the city.
that like I bought this little art set thing
that was a little mini backpack and yeah I'm
gonna take a picture of it but it's a little
mini backpack and it had some little art sponges
and I was like how the fuck is that relevant
to your trip and I was like I don't care if it
is or if it isn't I feel like it is I just don't
know exactly how it is right now I just need
you to fucking trust me and get it and I got
it and I haven't figured out what the fuck I
could use it for until just now And it's fucking
genius and cute as hell. And the only thing that
blocks it right now is that I have the fucking
large booklet of a passport. And not the little
passport card. Because if I had the card, which
I did also purchase, it's in the mail. Or it's
probably in my mailbox at home. So by the time
I get home, it'll be there. So for my second
trip, this will be absolutely perfect. But for
right now, it is perfect minus the fucking passport
booklet being too big. So yeah, whatever. I'm
a fucking genius. And I can tell, I can see into
the future, even though I don't know exactly
what it is I'm fucking seeing yet, because I
trust my instincts. And when I trust my instincts,
that's when shit gets real. That's when shit
gets good. When I don't trust my instincts is
when shit gets bad. And when I don't trust my
instincts is when I don't feel safe. And when
I don't feel safe is when you do not respect
and honor my boundaries. So if you want me to
be great, you need to learn. What you need to
do to provide that energy. Breathe through. See
the assignment and follow suit. Otherwise, I
cannot fucking help you because I'm too busy
trying to protect myself from you. And if I'm
too busy trying to protect myself from you, how
the hell and why the fuck would you think, expect
me to want to prioritize also entertaining you?
You ain't paying me for shit. That's work. And
I already got 85 jobs. 85 and a half. Coming
up. So yeah. Get yourself in line and do what
the fuck you gotta do. Because if you want what
you want from me, you gotta know the rules. Right?
Because that's what the fuck you demand of me
every goddamn day. And this shit is hard as fuck.
I just make it look easy. And I just got tired
of letting you control me. And this shit hurts
too. And that shit hurts forward. I know my worth.
And I know you know it too. And I know you know
that. I know. Because if you didn't know, you
wouldn't spend so much fucking time trying to
make me not know. Gaslighting me, talking me
up and talking me down, making me smile, making
me cry, making me question and doubt and feel
unsafe around you after you made me feel the
most secure I've ever felt in my fucking life.
Listen, it's my fucking fault for choosing the
wrong guy. It's my fucking fault for not seeing
the signs. It's my fucking fault. Every goddamn
time. Even though you knew. Whether it was your
conscience or your subconscious, you still knew
on some capacity. At some capacity or some capacity,
you know what the fuck I mean. And if you don't,
I cannot help you. I gotta make my tea. Bitch.