they do something.
you get hurt.
you get mad.
you tell them about it.
they say they’re sorry.
they act like they understand.
they do the same shit over again.
you black tf out.
they argue back.
they say they’re sorry again.
they act like they’ve changed for the second.
they do the same shit again.
you know this scenario because i do.
you could have even been respectful af about it.
it’s the same end result each and every ti,e.
listen,
i’ve been there and i’m here to font you…
STOP TELLING OTHERS HOW MUCH THEIR BEHAVIOR HURTS YOU
i’ve always been the type to be expressive about how i felt,
especially when someone crosses the line to “tf is going on?” territory..
something hit me…
NONE OF THE FOLKS I SAID WERE HURTING ME ACTUALLY CHANGED
they did the same shit over and over until we fell apart.
that is just how some “folks” are.
well,
ignorant “folks”.
those who don’t give af about you.
about us,
for that matter.
what i’ve finally learned is i have no energy for the bullshit.
LET THEM GO
bye bye
see ya later
in “no more whiles”,
crocodile
“i’m not fuckin with CHU”
if they show me who they are; i’m gonna choose to believe it.
the days of giving chance after chance is dead in my book.
arguing and fighting just makes folks rebel more.
it’s kinda like how our parents did.
they told us not to do something and we did it anyway.
we aren’t here to teach anyone’s grown ass cubs how to be better:
friends
co workers
boyfriends/girlfriends
the best way is to drop their dumb asses.
yes,
they dumb af.
stop taking their calls and swipe left to “hide alerts”.
i like to live dangerously so i’ll leave your shit on “read”.
if they go,
then they’ll just go.
i’d rather us be alone than trying to fighting for respect.
that behavior is disrespectful af.
i don’t care:
how long we been friends
how good you look
how much money they got
if the dick makes me astral travel to a land beyond time
if i start trekking into “stupid bitch” territory with you,
you gotta get up outta here.
fuck them and everything they stand for.
one the wise foxholers told me before…
THE PORCH LIGHT WON’T BE ON
…and being in the dark with me can be a very cold place.
lowkey: hold high standards for yourself.
when someone leaves,
it’s THEIR LOSS.
you good.
Actions will always speak louder than words, if I tell you that something you’re doing is hurting me and you continue to do it that just shows me you don’t give a fuck. I’m not expecting perfection at least show me you are trying to take account for what I said.
If I see you are at least TRYING you’re someone that can stick around.
@mikey…when some people can’t see any further than THEIR needs, that’s when the problems start. They listening to what your’e saying, but they’re NOT listening to waht you’re saying. It’s like they’re appeasing you, just to pretty much get you to shut up. so when the consequences hit them in the face, then all of a sudden YOU are the one with the problem. YOU’RE the cause of the issues. A selfish person won’t see that though.
some will put forth a half-ass effort, but then revert back to normal after they think you’re satisfied with their performance, because let’s be real, that’s what it is. That’s when you cut the cord and call it a day.
If this post didn’t come on time. People expect you to keep bending over backwards for them when you know and they know, they fucked up. And then act like you the one being funny acting once you stop talking to them. People are hilarious. I don’t understand why people aren’t honest when they fucked up or have made an assumption. Just keep it real with me, but don’t expect me to keep playing these games or else you’ll be a fleeting memory.
@JajR…you are so right. People act funny as hell when you no longer kiss their ass or jump at their every request.
I have had to cut so many people out of my life, and I’ve heard the talk that I think I’m better than others, etc. My response whenever asked is, tell THEM to tell you why I don’t fucks with them any longer. There was a time when my tolerance level for BS was high, but as I got older, I saw that I needed to separate myself from toxic people and things…and I did. If someone can’t deal with it, that’s on them..not me. My life goes on without you in it as yours should without me in it.