I been shitted on, lied to, betrayed, disrespected, overlooked, and left to figure that shit out alone. Yet I still show up. Still pray. Still hustle. Still love. Some of y’all don’t even know how much pain a woman can carry and still look fine as hell doing it.
no more chasing, no more double texting, no more begging, no more stressing when you’re gonna text me back, no overthinking over you, no more nights wondering if I was good enough. it’s a wrap. it’s time to heal