Right around the time some asshole pulled my dress down in the club, I realized…
There’s nothing out here for me.
I couldn’t for the life of me, figure out why I was there. I knew I didn’t really wanna come. I’m barely even a club person. I knew where I wanted to be, but instead of following my heart, I decided to do the safe thing.
I realized that maybe I was a little deeper in than what I thought. And it simultaneous scared and thrilled me. I finally got what everyone had been telling me, what he’d been trying to show me, what I’d been trying to tell myself.
There is nothing out here for me that I don’t already have waiting for me at home.
I get it now. Thanks universe.