Nigga can’t tell me about my life or what affected me. If you think I shared EVERYTHING with you or anybody for that matter, you’re fucking crazy. Niggas be thinking having trauma and shit happening to you is a contest or something. I’m not here to compete with you bitch.
It makes no sense to me when people cook only a meat for dinner. I NEED sides. And it irritates me when they tell me to make them if I want them. Like bitch huh? So I’m supposed to just sit here and eat a pork chop😑