Your Peace > Their Presence

Don’t ever apologize for removing negative energy from your circle.

Your smile shouldn’t be affected by others—but neither should theirs.

Never tell yourself that you need to do better, that you can wait,

 or that you need them.

You don’t.


God made you wonderfully made—beautiful and courageous.

It doesn’t matter how close they are or how much you love them.

You need to learn to love yourself more than you love them.

Your self-respect should be greater than the disrespect presented to you.


– Love, R0ckstar 💫



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