it’s my birthday.
being born on the 5th means nothing.
when i came to america,
it’s a big ass deal.
i usually like to say that the fireworks are for me.
this past year was one for the record books tbh.
i don’t know how to describe it…
“Expect the unexpected?”
i spent my 4th in the crib.
due to “cute and covid“,
but i spent the whole day trying to avoid fomo but also reflecting.
I’m very blessed.
sure i was home,
but i made it to see another year.
this past year was had many learning lessons,
but it brought about new experiences and tremendous blessings.
i won’t lie,
but losing my job really destroyed me.
losing that wolf i was crushing on heavy was another kick in my whole rectum.
in a perfect forest,
i’d have been ridin’ him for my birthday tonight,
but he’s too scary.
for this new year of life ahead,
Expect the unexpected.
shit can fall apart in a heartbeat.
who knew this rona shit was gonna be the bane of our existence?
i’m going to continue to work towards achieving career goals,
live my best life,
and learn who i am through therapy.
as far as love,
i need wolves who are aggressive about trying to secure my bag.
i can’t do the scared and the emotionally unavailable.
i don’t beg for love or for dick.
i’m learning that blessings can happen once you go with the flow.
this year taught me that.
thank you for sticking with me as always.
as we venture into a new birth year,
i’m excited for whats to come from all i’ve learned.
this year is where the magic will happen.