I love how this chick is so special because she can write about me and yet I can’t like something that was directed towards her. Oh yeah, that makes me a spoiled bitch. That’s why I either work or go to school to live where I am. That’s why my financial aid money goes to my child and to help my mom with rent. And again, it’s not drama between us. I don’t get why “I just don’t want anything to do with you” is so hard to understand. I don’t want to be your friend, nor your enemy. I just don’t want you in my life. I don’t get why that’s so hard to get that through your thick head. And hey, go ahead and write about me, just don’t get mad at me for doing the same. I’m glad you’re getting stressed out while pregnant because now you know how I felt when you’d annoy me with the same messages you’d leave me and I always told you to leave me alone but you’d use that as an opportunity to argue with me. Every time we end things I never argue with you first. I go do my own thing and I always wanted you to do the same but to you it was WW3. Not everyone is going to like you or want you in their life. Accept it. You can’t force yourself onto people and you’re not going to get special treatment for it. You call me childish for not wanting to have anything to do with you? It’s called “learning from your mistakes.” My mistakes were letting you back into my life everytime you decided to stick with someone who just wanted to slit us up. I let you go because that’s what you wanted. So respect my decisions and move on. I did by letting go of you for good.
“That’s right, we was arguin’ over a parking space. I didn’t kill him though, that wasn’t me!”
Oh man, I fucken love Madea.
