I charge everything to the game. I’m never too fucked up about shit bc ik in due time, my time gone come, and every mf that put me last gone feel me FIRST.
Cutting people off feels different now. It’s not anger, it’s grief. Like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
I realize that God’s protection often looks like disappointment at first. You thought you lost something, but God was really saving you from it. I’m so thankful for everything that didn’t go my way & every single thing that prepared me for where I am now.