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.
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.
those who don’t give af about you.
for that matter.
what i’ve finally learned is i have no energy for the bullshit.
LET THEM GO
see ya later
in “no more whiles”,
“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:
the best way is to drop their dumb asses.
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.