Folk will talk about your come up, but wouldn’t even reply to your text when you were struggling.

The same folk who said you were faking depression will be the same ones speaking evil of your deliverance.

Child, they’ll even “who she thinks she/he is,” your name to death, but were mute when you were broke, disgusted, and suicidal.

They wouldn’t support you, but they screenshot every picture. Oh, and the same post they couldn’t react to, they shared in their group chat.

Beloved, to hell with them. Don’t you spend another minute of your time wondering, and worrying about them. Let them talk, laugh, screenshot, and subliminal post. Here’s your blessing for the end of two thousand and the twenty-four … You don’t have to wait until 2025 to bless them with the ministry of the deuces.

You still have time to set boundaries, enforce them and protect your peace, at all costs from this minute forward. You’ve taken enough this year playa. It’s time to get up, get focused, and get to work.

See you in 2025