I feel kinda bad when people ask me how I’m doing and everytime you ask me I never say anything fucking positive. Hate ignoring my feelings to the point I become disingenuous to myself but I hate drowning in them to where I feel like I’m depressed for week at a time , I’m trying to find that middle ground
I really appreciate the people that take the time to tell me if I upset them or if I did something wrong, I honestly hate guessing games and mind games that go one for too long and it’s not healthy to keep shit in, it’s dishonest to yourself too I’m happy I gave yall the space for u to do so, It means a lot to know I can right my wrongs and apologize. I just hope you can give me the same treatment when I need it too. I don’t expect things to be the same but it’s nice to have respect among ourselves and that’s important. That goes for anyone I’ve worked with , hung out with , slept with , and text.
Logan is a 22 year old artist living in the Bronx , she has been suppressed her whole child hood and finally wanna be free , she left her shitty boyfriend and now is pursuing a M.A in social work. She lives with her two white roommates and she still doesn’t understand white feminism. But-ever since she been getting money she’s been going codine crazy
@kinnmarie is a forest creature , took an hour to do this