Life after a breakup is wild. One day you know you deserved better and feel genuinely content with it being over, the next day you miss them and wish things had turned out differently.
Thinking about the shit a nigga did to me when I was my most vulnerable self with him is the reason why when I’m done with a nigga we can’t be friends.
i've sat with myself for years. i analyzed everything i have done wrong, could have done better. and even still, i couldn't find a point in time where i deserved to be treated the way a lot of people treated me. but i still hold my head up and win in the end.