We will just let Yella Beezy handle it.
Here’s what I will say. No longer dealing with The Marine. I won’t tell you how many pairs of shoes I had to throw at this hole in my chest, but it was not a low number.
I’m cool now, I took a couple days off and cried like a ho ass bitch, and really felt sorry for myself. Listen, I didn’t wash my gorgeous hair for two days, so you know I had to buy shoes. That’s just fucking unheard of around here. I got stabbed to death and still washed my hair within that two day mark.
I reminded myself today though, you should never let a man tell you twice that he doesn’t want you, even if those aren’t the words he uses. It’s disrespectful to yourself, and I’m real fucking big on respect.
So, that’s gonna cover it. I am glad to be out of bed and Olaplex fresh. I’m glad to be working today. And I’m glad trap music always has me covered. Everything else is way too fucking raw right now. But nerve endings die, and life goes on, and we stop feeling.
Hurry the fuck up with that part, though.
Anyway, I hope you’ve all been fantastic. I missed y’all, and was excited to get back to y’all tonight. Hit a Bitchface up, tell me what’s good with y’all.
Love,
Q
Ugh, I'm so sorry! He must not have gotten the memo on how kick-ass you are. Music and shoes can do amazing things though ❤️
Sorry, girl. Other than repeating the ex, I'm pretty careful what I get into these days. But somehow I still put myself out there. Guess I'm hopelessly optimistic!