I dont give anyone permission to make me feel bad. For that you stand in line and wait for your number to be called.
Thats a long wait like a bad date at the prom rate and your man is a no show with no remorse and you stuck, no resource and you just missed the boat.
I have my own life preserver, I told myself I deserved this and I believe that sh*t. You can wallow in it because Im wildin' out, opinionated and unstoppable.
So in as little words as possible. Permission denied.