I give out too many chances. I let my loved ones walk over me. I place everyone else above myself. I think with my heart instead of my head.
I have a hard time walking away from toxic situations because I always find a reason to stay. I always see the best in the worst people.
It takes a lot to get me angry. It takes a lot to convince me you’re bad for me.
Even when you are clearly toxic, it’s hard to get on my bad side. It’s rare to cause me so much pain that I decide you don’t deserve a place in my world for any longer.
I consider myself an understanding person. Most of the time, I’ll let your mistakes roll off my back. Most of the time, I’ll see things from your point of view. Most of the time, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.
The last thing I want to do is walk away from someone who matters to me, which is why my tolerance is pretty high. I can deal with a lot of drama, a lot of stress, a lot of heartache. I don’t hold many grudges. I don’t make many complaints.
You might be used to seeing the sugary sweet side of me — but if you get me angry enough, you’ll see a whole new side of me. A side that doesn’t give a shit about forgiveness or second chances or our history. A side that is rough and ruthless and unwilling to hear your excuses.
When you get me angry enough, you’ll lose me forever. You won’t get a chance to explain yourself. You won’t get to fall on your knees with apologies. You won’t get to see my face for a second longer because I will already be out of your life.
You’ll be blocked from my phone, blocked from my social media, blocked from my mind before you have a second to process what has happened. You won’t be able to sway me with compliments. You won’t be able to change my mind. You won’t be able to fix what you have done.
When you get me angry enough, you’ll lose me forever, so don’t assume you can take advantage of me without any consequences. Don’t assume my second chances are never-ending. Don’t assume you are immune to my anger.
When you get me angry enough, it won’t matter whether we’ve known each other for ten years. It won’t matter whether you’re sorry about what you’ve done. It won’t matter whether you’ve made a promise to change. It won’t matter whether you cry.
Once you’re out of my world, there is no turning back. There’s no way to change my mind because it takes a lot to make me reach that point. If I’m that angry with you, then you must have screwed up time and time again. You must have already gotten more than enough enough chances, so don’t you dare ask me for one more.