Here We Go

Here we go again…

Another predictable move from her— bold, if I’m being generous.

Honestly, I knew it was just a matter of time before she spun her tale to anyone with ears and a soft spot for drama.

I’m sure she conveniently skipped the part where she and her little sidekick went out of their way to make me look like a fool.

I bet she left out the juicy details—  the ones where they both tried to rip me off,smiles on their faces, knives behind their backs.

And me?

I was naive enough to believe they were sincere.

That they actually wanted to be my friend.

No games. 

No schemes. 

Just real connection.

Cute, right?

And now she’s back at that old office, weaving her narrative like a well-rehearsed monologue to anyone willing to nod along.

That’s fine.

Let her talk.

I don’t need to defend myself.

I don’t need to explain a damn thing.

Because the truth is simple— If they knew me, really knew me,
they’d know there’s always more to the story.

But if they’re that easy to sway, then maybe they were never really in my corner to begin with.

Let her play her game.

Let them clap for her performance.

She probably thinks that once people start whispering, I’ll get desperate, I’ll break, I’ll pick up the phone and call her.

Joke’s on her.

I wouldn’t call either of them— not in this lifetime, not in a million years.

BYE.

And may the drama keep you warm at night.