I walk away cause I know me.. I’ll disrespect you and never get you back. Part of me don’t care but the other part hates that I even had to show you that.
I hate that feeling after realizing I gave somebody way too much access to my personal business. Mastering the art of letting people know absolutely nothing about me.
Life fucking loves you. Things work out for you. Doors open for you. Money comes to you. Love finds you. People remember you. Opportunities want you. You keep getting lucky in ways that make you laugh because of course it worked out for you again.
Of course it did. It always does. It always has.