How to Cope: Chapter 3Chapter 3: When Nobody Understands. Literally Nobody.I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who supports me in my self love. Well, at least, nobody supports me in how far I take it. And that only makes me feel more solid in just how great I am. Honestly, I don’t expect anybody to understand the complexity of my actions. They’re honestly pretty radical, and well outside of the realm of political correctness. But I’ve never been one for political correctness, anyway, and I’ve always embraced the title of a radical thinker.Allow me to tell you about that one friend I told you about a few chapters ago. The one with the hair. She and I got along pretty well for a while. And just from that, you can probably tell that this story goes south.I met her when I was pretty far into my self-love journey. She was assigned to work under me, and I could tell that she didn’t care for herself like I do for myself. And I really felt bad for her, you know,
a poem by megood friends are like diamondsup until recently 90% of them were held captive by the de beers familybad friends are like autumn leavesthey change color and fall to the ground, shrivel up and dry out, so you can comb them off your lawn and have your kid stomp on them.