say what you need to make yourself feel better about what happened. i’ve learned at the end of the day, that experience taught me i actually hate a haters life.
seeing their names in an email and remembering the bs i went through… mayyyyne, that time was poo on a cracker served as patê.
meanwhile, i been crowned for life.
as i reflect back on that year, i actually don’t want to sit at that mean girls club table. i won’t ever regret dissing a dumb b*^%# with my silence.
i leave you on read and seen and won’t ever allow you to disrespect me again.
the day you disrespected me i learned who y’all really are. how am i going to pretend i did not see or hear the crack you tried to pull? are you nuts??
not only am i Morticia to that bs, i am Snow the Product letting you know.
