So I grew up. I built a spine so you couldn't trample me anymore. Was that it? Did my boundaries trigger you so much that you ghosted and ran away? Yeah, I ******* up, And I'm not avoiding it, I know exactly what I did. But at least I had the guts to own my side of it. And that's something you've never had the courage to do. I finally found my voice. I stopped swallowing your toxic garbage and staying quiet. The truth is, I’ve always had real value. You couldn't see it because of your stubborn mind, But my worth is valid to the people who actually matter. If I were as petty and childish as you, I’d be hoarding massive grudges against you. Just like the callow, weak blame you constantly project onto me. Look, I’m not acting like I’m above it all or some self-righteous ***** I’ve done enough ***** stuff to fill a septic tank. But here’s the difference: I own my mess. We’re all just human. We're all the same underneath. We're all liars, cheaters, lovers, and seekers. We all have our own dirt to answer for.
But you don't try to take the accountability of it, you shame everyone else for it. And you’re getting absolutely nowhere trying to gaslight me and pin your own failures on the one person who was actually trying to have your back. Open those blind eyes. The ones you use to feed your own delusions. Maybe then you’ll finally see that love always wins over people Who only know how to hate because they're secretly miserable with themselves.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:29 PM UTC
So I grew up. I built a spine so you couldn't trample me anymore. Was that it? Did my boundaries trigger you so much that you ghosted and ran away? Yeah, I ******* up, And I'm not avoiding it, I know exactly what I did. But at least I had the guts to own my side of it. And that's something you've never had the courage to do. I finally found my voice. I stopped swallowing your toxic garbage and staying quiet. The truth is, I’ve always had real value. You couldn't see it because of your stubborn mind, But my worth is valid to the people who actually matter. If I were as petty and childish as you, I’d be hoarding massive grudges against you. Just like the callow, weak blame you constantly project onto me. Look, I’m not acting like I’m above it all or some self-righteous ***** I’ve done enough ***** stuff to fill a septic tank. But here’s the difference: I own my mess. We’re all just human. We're all the same underneath. We're all liars, cheaters, lovers, and seekers. We all have our own dirt to answer for.
But you don't try to take the accountability of it, you shame everyone else for it. And you’re getting absolutely nowhere trying to gaslight me and pin your own failures on the one person who was actually trying to have your back. Open those blind eyes. The ones you use to feed your own delusions. Maybe then you’ll finally see that love always wins over people Who only know how to hate because they're secretly miserable with themselves.
