I sit here on my toilet, a president in conflict. I am aware of my nuclear arms, have access to reserve food and water, and DEFINITELY have the stripes to be a general. But I don't want to deploy. It's not in my heart to deploy. The thought alone makes me cower and concede victory (BEING the nuclear superpower).
Not knowing where to begin, I go.
The greater I make myself, the fewer people fit in #my bigger picture. The more I take myself serious, the more I see missed opportunities. I can't beat myself up about it, though. For one reason or another, said opportunity wasn't clearly made available.
Now, I have a thing about *waiting* for love. And this particular relationship... Bro. It's still too sensitive to discuss. Just know that, someone I was *waiting* for is now off the market. I won't put your name and business out there, but while you were out there filling voids, I was out here resisting temptation. And the only tempest in my life, I made you aware of.
I've said all I can. I must prioritize me if I'm going to push forward in the public eye. No turning back ...
#thealien!!!
