about me and the value of emotional independence

i wouldn’t say anything now or later, so i don’t lose a little more of my dignity, but it’s not me who ends up losing in the end, because i am worth it.

i really am worth it.

even if it’s just sex, i am worth it for a number of reasons:

i am fucking smart;

i am independent and i do not need anybody for nothing. i work and earn my own money to pay my bills and still travel, go out, take shots and shots of tequila and buy whatever i want;

i fucking am beautiful, i fucking am gorgeous – people can say no, but i really don’t give a fuck;

i am funny – when i want of course, and;

i am fucking homeboy, i’m up for a lot of things – but i know my limits and i know how far i can go and if were necessary i will say not.

and i want you to know this: i am worth it.

i fucking am worth it.

but you know what? i give up.

i give up.

i give up because i am not the type of person who chases love: i learned that true feeling remains forever. i give up because, particularly, i don’t have time for empty and shalow people. i give up because i learned from life – in a very short time – that i am worth it in the first place, always and unconditionally.

i give up, because i trace my happiness.

i give up, because i am enough.