Tired...

Let me talk my shit for a second.

As a woman, I had to learn the hard way—sometimes a man can be a blessing… and other times, he’s just a headache with good D and bad communication skills.

Hear me out though.

Women are natural healers. Natural nurturers. We’ll cook dinner, fold your clothes, run your bath water, and uplift your whole spirit—even if you not our man.Read that twice. 👀

But what about him?The man that forgot our birthday.Never bought us flowers.Can’t even send a “you’re beautiful” text just because.The one who only hits us up when he needs something.

See, when loving a man starts to feel like a burden? When we start sacrificing peace just to feel seen?Yeah… I’m good.

I’m officially in my soft girl era.No more begging to be loved properly.No more chasing, fixing, or pouring from an empty cup.

From now on, I’ll use my male characters to fill the void in my own heart. The fantasy? It’s safer. And for y’all reading my stories—lucky you.