At this point in my life, it doesn’t matter how much I love you, how long I’ve known you, or how much we’ve experienced together. If I feel a way about your actions, I’m gracefully removing myself from your life. I can’t change anyone, and I don’t want to. I’m noticing now more than ever how people move, and there are just certain things I no longer want to put my energy into. People do exactly what they want, regardless of your feelings, advice, or opinions. Some people don’t notice your impact until your presence is no longer at their convenience. ✨
I hate being gaslit. People be like, “I don’t think they meant it like that,” or “Maybe you’re overthinking it.” Man, fuck you and them lol.
Stop telling us we can’t actually hold abusers accountable. Yes, we absolutely can… & we definitely should.
Disliking me is valid. I probably confronted you on your poor behavior while everyone else just accepted it.
Good morning! No matter what yesterday looked like, today is a fresh start. walk in faith, move with purpose, and trust that everything is falling into place. Great things are coming your way! ✨✨✨
Girls will suffer unearthly tragedies and still run errands the same day with a smile on their faces, but if a man’s parents divorce when he is 12, he will unleash his wrath on the world for the rest of his life.
The devil did, in fact, reach me. I spent years healing, and then he sent me a man who chased me, convinced me to give him a chance, love bombed the shit out of me, and discarded me on a random Tuesday like none of it ever meant anything.
I don’t know. I actually think it’s really cool to care a lot, to send the long message, remember people’s birthdays, and ask if they got home safely. I will never be nonchalant, and I’m glad. Honestly, I want people to know how much they mean to me during our short time on planet Earth. :)
At this point, I really only care about myself. For real. I’ve spent way too much time showing up for people, going out of my way for people, doing things for people, and giving more than I ever got back. Honestly, I’m tired of pouring into people who wouldn’t even think twice about pouring into me.
I’m done overextending myself. I’m done chasing reciprocity. I’m done making excuses for people who wouldn’t make the same effort for me. From here on out, I’m choosing me. My peace, my time, my energy, and my life. If that makes me selfish, then so be it. I’ve spent enough time putting everybody else first.
I’m done. For real.
I refuse to rush my grief. If I need two years to process what I’ve lost, then I’ll take those two years. There’s nothing shameful about pausing, falling apart, or allowing loss to change you. Life isn’t always about producing something. Sometimes, it’s about surviving the season you’re in.


