I respect myself enough to breathe. To relax. To know that from now till forevermore arrives it just myself and my shadow.
I respect myself enough to let the people go who have hurt me e.g. the one who so beautifully said he’d have thrown me out on the street if it wasn’t for studies I might even have taken you up on your offer but I can’t. I have a beautiful sister whom your perverse ass will probably rape because of the type of arse you are.
I hate you. Because I can’t live
I’m now stuck. But I still respect myself enough to realise I’m not the butt in the equation. YOU ARE!