It’s funny how people spend their time worrying about you. Looking at your social media accounts. Reading old blog posts. Feeling some sort of way…when they were the ones who came for you first.
Shots were fired.
Instead of being a man about it you had your girl doing your dirty work.
It’s not my fault you can dish it but can’t take it.
I’m good. I’m living my life. I’ve moved on and I’m doing breezy.
Wish others would do the same.