“I cannot continue to keep being roped in with shit like that. I’m tired of waiting around until he’s ready… I’ve given him space, even time, because I had my own shit going on. Now that I am healthy and not doing chemo and puking my guts out on the daily, I want to live, and I want a man. I’ve spent the time healing and learning what I want, and Quasim can’t give me that… I want to be fucked from sunup to sundown… eyelash hanging off, and hair just stuck to my damn forehead.”
YOU GO BITCH I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!
