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16. free from you, free from your shit

16. free from you, free from your shit - July 19, 2024 

I could honestly give no more fucks about it. I could hardly care about what you have to say about me. I could give a damn if I had any to begin with. I was so tired of it. Tired of the shit you'd spew. Tired of the mess you would leave me with. Tired of entertaining you. So say your shit. I wait and wait for you to own up and see if you can do something without me having to save your ass. I'm fed up. I want to be free. From your trifling ass. From the shit you'd drag me into. I'm done.

You live so carefree. So fear free. You act as if you living life so good, doing what it is you feel like doing. And each and every time, my phone rings to handle you. I had to be your anchor. Your goddamn parent and it's annoying as hell. Your drunk ass calls me every other day, asking me to pick you up. Every time I ask if you're free to hang, you got always got something more important to do. And that was to live your wild life with your girlies. Acting as if you had better priorities and being hopeful that I'd look past it all. But, that was it. I had enough of it. I let things go by for far too long that it feels like I'm freefalling without a parachute.

So, I took my shit and left. I gone up and left. There was no future with you. Every step of the way with you was me carrying you on my back. Maybe then, I would find some peace of mind and live not such a regretful life with you. And all because I caught you. Caught you in your lies and excuses. When you're not out partying, you were giving some other douche your attention. I saw all the proof I needed to see. The texts. The photos and videos. And all while I was at home, thinking when you'd be home. And every time you show up when the sun rises. I'm done. I don't want your attention. I don't give a damn about when you're free or not. I packed all your shit and left it out the door. Dumped your makeup and clothes into a trash bag. You're not my concern from now on. Fuck any dude you want now. Live your party life guilt free. Just don't lie to my face or bother showing up in front of me. I don't play around when it coems to my feelings. I don't date for the fun of it. I don't date to mess around with other girls. I date to marry. Clearly, that's something you're too stupid to understand. I'm free from you and free from your shit. Purged every thought and memory of you. Blocked your number. Sold all the shit I bought for you. Take back my keys from you. I don't care. You are not my problem anymore. Who cares if I'm petty now? I'm just taking what I'm owed.