I'm such a codependent people-pleaser I gave a full-body massage to some one-night-stand hookup dude, like at least I didn't clean his apartment I guess?

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I obviously know exactly what the fuck is wrong with me.

The streets speak to me, and I speak right back.

Here’s the thing.

If we think we aren’t enough we are consistently trying to show value to show others that we are.

Look at this. I can do this. I also know this thing. I met this guy. I own this book. I heard this story. I have some extras of that exact thing that you expressed an interest in back at my pla…