I had to ask myself this weekend if I’m a fake azz fuckin’ bitch.

there are some people who have blamed me for things but little did they know:

They did something to me but instead of addressing it,
I kept my mouth shut to “keep the peace”.

i learned “keeping the peace” as a survival mechanism.
i peeped how they moved and i learned to adjust accordingly.
some people i distanced myself from; others i learned i can’t tell them certain things.
honestly:

That is how I lost my last job.

my last boss threw me under the bus for something i didn’t do,
so i bowled their ass under there for the same thing they did to me.
the look of shock on their face in-front of their boss brought me so much joy tbh.
i was sick of her shit.

But in all of my disappointment with other people,
I never did what Doja Cat did when she met one of her fans.

this right here…

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