For a long time, I was scared that I would be alone. Scared that I wouldn’t have a functional, healthy relationship with someone. Scared that I’d be lonely, infinitely. I’m not scared anymore. As time passes, I’d rather be alone. The idea of meeting someone, opening up to them, and getting to know them, is exhausting. I don’t have the energy to give anything to anyone, anymore. I’ve realized that I have given more than I have received. I’m tired. So, I’ve decided to stop treating others better than they treat me. Stop showing up for others when they don’t show up for me. I have lost people I can’t get back, so I care very little when someone chooses to walk out of my life. Go. 🤷🏾♀️ I’ve reached the point of zero. Zero fucks to give….etc. I’m at an honest point in my life. I won’t carry anyone else’s problems. I’m not a therapist, so I don’t care about your shit. Tell someone else, not me. We all have shit we are dealing with. I no longer care about the feelings of people ...