i never thought i would cry at work but i did.
when i worked in fashion…
I’d see white vixens running to the bathroom next to my desk in tears.
…and i told myself that would never be me. welp! fast forwarda few years later!
many of us can relate to being broken down at work.
some of our jobs can be real abusive and we don’t talk about it enough.
i watched a video with a wolf breaking down on his break. he didn’t even want to go back…
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…but the one job that i never did successfully was to be “me“. i know you are wondering what i’m fonting about.
i have been all of those things tomales that i really wanted to be with. i saw one i took a liking to, or realized that he was attracted to me, and…
this didn’t help anyone’s anxietyin new yawk…
there i was,
engaged in the second season of ozark,
while under my covers when i heard about the mass shooting on the mta.
it’s like i’m at a point where i’m not shocked anymore.
you never know whose lives you touchon a daily basis.
we get up,
and walk out the door to face these forests,
but you never know who secretly admires or depends on you.
other folks have impacted me in many ways,
but i never thought i was that impactful. well i learned my impact quite recently and honestly,
my faith in humanity has been restored…
i’ll never forget the day i walked into a job and it was so uncomfortable.
it was on some serious high school shit.
it happened 3 years ago and i learned quick that it’s easy for folks to switch up.
all it took was the words of one person to change many opinions.
it got so bad that someone wanted to fight me too. some of these folksi stood up for too.