mean girl energy
word homie
very fucking emotional of you.
like girl—relax.
but damn dude—
just opened your manifesto.
lil hate text.
dramatic as hell.
absolutely-delusional.
reads like—
low key still obsessed
for a dude i deleted off the roster—
“you hurt me by moving on”
—a memoir.
but okay bestie.
but i know…big feelings.
always have—
always will.
oh babe…so—
…
you think i’m mean?
(disrespectful,
two-faced,
rude
blah blah sad violin
cries in white boy)
okay!!!
let’s play that game!
was i “mean”
when i found out you had
a secret side pregnancy
and said go be with her—
with my whole chest, no sarcasm, just… blessings?
**despite being mid-let’s-make-a-fam, ”you’re my only girl” fantasy?
was it mean?
when i bowed out?
bled out our child
from the stress—
instead of imploding your life?
baby—
was i “mean”
when i clocked the lies,
realized you were soft-launching emotional adultery,
as the most bizarre ass babydaddy co-star—
and still said—go ahead, king.
have fun with your weird lil trauma twin.
was i mean—
when you full on
begged for baby #2,
then 👻🚶♂️mid daydream
and i still didn’t post the receipts?
when i:
—didn’t say your name.
—didn’t give context
and the only one that could decode it
is a fucking stalker,
obsesseing over every line?
was i mean—
when instead of correcting
the delulu behavior
acting like a man
signing a fucking form—
you played like a scared lil bitch
and ran?
was it mean
when i took the hit
even after your lil boys in blue stunt.
and instead of revenge—
i gave you… dignity.
(lol. for what.)
was i mean
when i emotionally supported your girl—
mid carrying your own seed
while you went awol?
[checks timeline]
for an entire incubation?
(don’t worry, i’m sure you both blocked that one out)
no but reallllllllyyyyyy,
was i mean????
when i planned an entire pastel-coded,
goth & bubblegum,
emotionally labor-intensive
“she-deserves-love-and-support” baby shower
for a girl who blocked me a week prior—
after using me like a rent-a-bestie?
like fuck—don’t worry no one threw one for me.
was i mean
when i didn’t “out” her crazy ass
after i spent a grand—
on the ugliest decor i’ve ever seen—
and she goes:
”lol sell it on fb marketplace”
GIRL. nobody wants this shit…
but really!!
was i mean?
when i venmoed her flight money
for a girls' weekend
that never happened?
was i mean
when she blocked me,
only to pop back up years later like
a toddler with amnesia—
and i still… double tapped?
“likes”
”hearts”
just to get:
🌳👀🌿
🌳👀🌿
🌳👀🌿
lol. ok.
was i mean?
when i thought,
“they’ll work it out…
i’m not a threat”
lol. no.
apparently—
i was a threat.
to both of y’all’s fantasy world
where i’d stay silent and self-delete.
was i mean
when i didn’t post the truth
in real time,
but let you fumble the bag in peace
while i quietly mourned
my own standards?
was i mean
when i gave space
instead of dragging?
when i offered privacy
and loyalty?
you never gave me?
sure.
maybe i'm mean.
or maybe y’all just mad
i finally said it out loud.
and i could never—
ever—
move the way y’all do,
(exits plot forever)
✨🖕🏼✨
have fun in hell.
p.s. i’m the only one—
that didn’t act like
a piece of shit
in this whole
tragedy.
now it’s yours.
