Insight
Recently I’ve been questioning myself and what I want.
Getting frustrated how much I let myself go into a funk.
I preach about self love and I don’t give myself enough.
No man or woman can push me out but myself!
I can write and write but what’s the point when I don’t see it in real time.
trying my best not to cry
I got this though, my name is val
and I can’t let myself go.
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