you know what i think is sad?

People who have children but only did it because they were supposed to,
rather than actually wanting them.

when it comes to males who are forced into these situations,
or the ones who have kids to prove their straightness,
i have tremendous empathy for them.
it couldn’t be me.
a child is not a pokemon card.
you can’t trade it in once it slides out.

Sidebar: these vixens who have out of wedlock kids with these jackals,
but then get on social media to yell at us about how they are single mothers now.
The dick was good until it wasn’t.

when i was younger,
i never dreamed of wanting being a father.
i mean,
how could i?…

What do you do when the forests feels too loud,
too fast,
and too unfamiliar to your pain?

for about two and a half years,
maybe three,
i isolated.
i was dealing with…

i asked a friend that question today.

“When did the shift happen in your life?”

it didn’t come from spiritual twitter or seeing angel numbers.
for me:

It wasn’t the death of my mother.
It wasn’t Work Wolf or WW3.
It wasn’t the fallouts with “friends”.

nope…

the day before mother’s day,
i had this dream about my mother i can’t stop thinking about…

Have you ever felt like your life is lowkey under construction,
but you’re the only one standing in the rubble with no blueprint in sight?

i think i finally understand addiction.
that quiet but slippery kind.
it’s where you’re just trying to feel anything “other than”.
we don’t always run to crack.
sometimes it’s just retail therapy,
drink throughout the week,
subbin’ aimlessly to find the best onlyfans,
or racking up trophies through fucking.
anything to dodge the weight pressing down on your chest.
anything to avoid the silence where the truth lives.

i’ve been there lately.
not just emotionally,
but physically cornered.
trapped.
it’s like i’ve been living in a house with no doors,
no windows,
and just a constant draft of bad energy.
that house tho?
that is my current home…

Do men brag because they’re proud…
or because they’re hiding their true nature?

we can always count on a male to tell us how big his dick is.
the details won’t be spared on how well he plans to use it on us.
he’ll brag about how thick his wallet is and how flashy his lifestyle looks on paper.
at first glance,
it all sounds like confidence.
we’re blinded by the flex of the biceps or the wallet.
i’ve learned that true confidence is quiet tho.
all the other shit is performance enhancing drugs.
the moment we demand something real from him:

Support
Presence
A fuckin’ backbone

the mask starts to slip and what’s underneath?
it’s not not strength or not maturity…