two weeks ago that I was done, and getting off the ride.
Of all the people I met around this time last year, I am on speaking terms with everyone. We cool, if we see each other we say wassup. If they call I pick up. If I call them they call I pick up. But…this one appears to thrive on the contention.
SD doesn’t know what shit or get off the pot means, but I said it and I meant it.
Boundaries are only respected when they are enforced.
I was leaving a spot on Thursday and I walked past him and said nothing, which is what I said was gone go down, depending on how I felt. Crossing the street I looked at my phone and saw a text that said “lol this is dumb.” Now I know this was not rook steez at all, (Rooks be all OVER the board and they keep the king in check) , but I walked back and got within two inches of his face and said, its not dumb, you just pissed because you are not in control of this moment. Flirting much. Yes. Serious Much. Yes. I will admit it.
Some other words were exchanged, but it comes down to me saying what I mean. It’s been a year. Decide or move on.