Don’t Play with It, Don’t Play with It. Don’t Play with Me.

Y’all got a Pisces mad now…

And I’m so done.

Done with the excuses, the half-assed apologies, the empty promises.

Done with people who think they can take, take, take and never give.

Done with the gaslighting, the manipulation, the emotional leeching.

I’m done carrying the weight of people who don’t deserve a single ounce of my energy.

Let me make this crystal clear: Fix your goddamn lives or keep your suffering silent.

I’ve spent too long justifying your actions, your words, your absence. Too long bending over backward to make sense of why you couldn’t show up for me, why you couldn’t care, why you couldn’t be honest. I’ve been told I’m too sensitive, too much, too dramatic—when all I was doing was calling out the bullshit you were too cowardly to face.

I’ve been dismissed, ignored, and discarded, only to be expected to pick up the pieces when you came crawling back.

Well, not anymore.

I see you now. I see the games, the manipulation, the selfishness. I see the way you drain people dry and then play the victim when they finally walk away. I see the way you project your insecurities onto others because you’re too scared to face your own demons. I see the way you criticize, judge, and belittle because you’re too lazy to do the work yourself.

And I’m done.

If you’re still holding onto people who remind you of the worst version of yourself, cut them loose.

If you’re still making excuses for why your life isn’t where you want it to be, stop.

If you’re still leeching off others because you’re too afraid to stand on your own two feet, grow up.

This is your wake-up call.

You don’t get to sit in your misery and then project it onto me. You don’t get to dim my light because you’re too scared to shine your own. You don’t get to take from me, use me, and then act surprised when I walk away.

I’m done being your emotional punching bag, your free therapist, your source of inspiration when you refuse to do the work yourself. I’m done giving my energy to people who don’t deserve it. I’m done sacrificing my peace for your chaos.

From now on, I’m doing me. Unapologetically. And in your god damn face too.

I’m taking care of me. I’m loving me.

And if that triggers you, good. Let it.

Let it force you to look in the mirror and face the person you’ve become. Let it push you to do better, to be better. Let it remind you of what you lost when you took me for granted.

Because here’s the truth: I’m a treasure. I’m a goldmine.

I’m the kind of person who will move mountains for the people I love. But I’m also the kind of person who will walk away without looking back when I’m disrespected. And when I’m gone, you’ll feel it. You’ll feel the absence of my energy, my love, my support. And you’ll realize, too late, that you had something priceless and you let it slip through your fingers.

So do better. Be better. Or keep my name and business out of your mouth.

No more games—I’m calling the shots now. Keep wondering what I’m doing and how I’m making things happen.

Because real Gs move in silence, and from now on, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Don’t play with me.