You swear like I don’t understand that College is going to be hard and stressful. I’m stressed as is just thinking about it. I don’t need your two-cents telling ME that it’s going to be hard, asking ME if I’m ready, and that you’re nervous for me. I don’t need to hear how my cousins and uncle study 2x as much as me. I don’t need to hear that if I don’t have a high ass GPA I won’t be able to get into the nursing program. Instead of encouraging me, all you’re doing is bringing me down. But don’t trip, I got you. I’ll show you that I’m going to make it. I’ll show you that I did it, ALL ON MY OWN. 

Ever since instagram hit android, I’m rarely on tumblr.

I fucked up, and so did you. But I will no longer blame myself for why things didn’t turn out the way we wanted. I can honestly say that I’m happy for you, and the girl that you’re talking too. Y’all have nothing BUT my respect. You’re moving on and so am I. And I hope that somewhere down the road we could remain friends, but I think everyone knows how that story goes. 

Xoxo