i think what hurt the most was realizing that i gave you grace for being human, for making mistakes and having flaws, while you held mine against me like i wasn’t human too.
i gave you understanding that you never thought to give me.
I got people I used to speak SO highly of. People I genuinely thought the WORLD of… who can’t sit at the table with me EVER again. A conversation wouldn’t fix it. An apology wouldn’t change it. Some shit permanently changes how you see a person, and once I see you DIFFERENT, there’s no going back‼️🥴🙅🏽♀️
Im a lover girl. I love flowers. Little dates. Reassurance. Random gifts. Being spontaneous. When he opens the door for me. Deep talks. Forehead kisses. Matching. I just love… being loved.
I’m always amazed by the amount of people that admire me for my resilience just to end up trying to destroy it once they realize it’s not an act and I’m really built like that
i wasn’t a btch
i was nice.
Then nicer.
Then patient,
Then understanding,
Then I was fucking OVER IT.
So when you tell the story make sure you tell it right
Can we stop talking about Raven Symone and give Kyla Pratt the flowers she deserves? This girl carried a generation on her back with Proud Family, Dr. Doolittle, One on One, love, basketball, Fat Albert. Come on.🖤
I hate when I get in a funk about my life… because the crazy part is nothing is even wrong 😭 I just want MORE. More out of life, more for myself… I just don’t know where to start.