Lack of respect and boundaries is the reason I ducked out and made myself scarce in the first place, an opportunity presented itself, and I just let it go and moved in another direction on my own with the intent of setting myself a stable but uneducated direction that could sustain me through life that had nothing to do with friends or a social life that kind of s***. Something that is actually important in life. It is what it is, was what it was, I removed myself from it when I did because it was always there, not even directed at just me all the time, just seeing it. S*** just never felt right from my perspective. It wasn’t where I felt I completely belonged. It was wrong. It wasn’t right. Where I needed to be.

Respect was never an expectation, after. It was never really a shock. But when it ends up being expensive to me AFTER… When people don’t step the fu k off before it gets out of hand and just out with it, let it go, time goes by, money and time are spent, I’m gonna really f****** resent it. REALLY f****** resent it.