It is the little things God provides for me.

yesterday,
i decided to host a pity party.
it was raining,
i was tired AF,
one of the Foxholers shared something with me that made me really sad,
and i was emotionally not in the best place.
sometimes,
it’s not a great day for a pity party.
we can’t always be together and posting spiritual captions on our IG.
sometimes,
shit just sucks.
i sent this text to one of my sisters from another:

yes,
i had on adele.
i was already hitting the gas to 100 for maximum depression.
i was happy that i wasn’t the only one throwing a pity party tbh.
so as i was celebrating my pity on my couch,
something told me to check my phone.
when i looked,
i saw that i had a tweet that said…

so you know my ass started to cry.
when i saw “you’re nobody until he talks about you“…

i’m blaming adele.
that was such a nice thing to font.
i’m extremely gracious.
i try to be pretty objective.
there are people who do dumb shit and i’ll call them out for it.
some are good about it; others throw temper tantrums.

A lot of people throw temper tantrums because you aren’t kissing their ass.

i can get it wrong at times but other times,
i’m on point with my observation.
even if you call them out in a respectful way,
their egos have tricked them into thinking they are untouchable.

aside from that:

Thank you Team Dreads for your kind present yesterday!!!

it was needed and appreciated.
thank you and everyone who continues to support!