Love notes by a black girl

Not bothered but maybe I am

One thing about me, I can be such a b***h so nonchalant that sometimes. It probably does make people around me annoyed, or even hate me. But I’m just like that sometimes. You ever just feel like you get annoying in people’s lives because you invest so much of your time in them. So much so you start feeling like your going crazy. Sometimes that’s just me I’m just a human being, and it sucks. Cause who wants to feel like a burden? I know I don’t so I find that having time to myself and actually allowing myself to breathe gives me a sense of peace. More so that sometimes I couldn’t actually give a f**k about someone else’s feelings. Everyone’s always talking about themselves. f**k sake exactly what I’m doing right now, but it’s whatever. Nobody forced you to read my book. This has been prolonged for months now and I finally have a little fire in my belly to actually start writing.

I’ve always wanted to write, and I’m convinced that what I’ve truly always wanted to right about was some of my own life experiences, the streets, social media, toxicity and who knows. Let’s just call this my own public diary of my thoughts and feelings that I wanna share to.. whoever reads this really. Let’s just call it, Love notes by a black girl.