I’m tapped out on Chrisean Rock at this point. Every time sis hop on live talkin’ bout “I’m forgivin’ my opps,” “I’m growin’,” “I’m elevatin’,” here we go again with the same merry-go-round circus. ’Cause the MINUTE somebody piss her off, she right back wishin’ death on folks, throwin’ threats, doin’ the whole WWE promo speech like she ain’t just preachin’ peace yesterday.
It’s the same pattern, same script, same rerun, and I’m tired of watchin’ the season finale that never ends. I can’t even support her no more ’cause she talk in circles so bad it make my head spin. Sis be ramblin’ like she fightin’ invisible demons and losin’. She can’t articulate her own point to save her life — just loud noise with no direction.
I ain’t even tryna be a bad supporter, but damn… at some point you gotta grow, not just yell. She keep hollerin’ “I ain’t got nothin’ to prove!” Okay cool — then get off live, stay out the drama, stop tryna clear your name every five minutes. If you ain’t got nothin’ to prove, stop actin’ like you do!
Move in silence, take care of yourself, focus on your son, and let people talk. ’Cause the back-and-forth, the chaos, the contradictions — I just can’t take it anymore. It’s exhausting.
I’m done. I wish her the best, but I ain’t ridin’ this rollercoaster no more.
GodFirstAlways
I’m tapped out on Chrisean Rock at this point. Every time sis hop on live talkin’ bout “I’m forgivin’ my opps,” “I’m growin’,” “I’m elevatin’,” here we go again with the same merry-go-round circus. ’Cause the MINUTE somebody piss her off, she right back wishin’ death on folks, throwin’ threats, doin’ the whole WWE promo speech like she ain’t just preachin’ peace yesterday.
It’s the same pattern, same script, same rerun, and I’m tired of watchin’ the season finale that never ends. I can’t even support her no more ’cause she talk in circles so bad it make my head spin. Sis be ramblin’ like she fightin’ invisible demons and losin’. She can’t articulate her own point to save her life — just loud noise with no direction.
I ain’t even tryna be a bad supporter, but damn… at some point you gotta grow, not just yell. She keep hollerin’ “I ain’t got nothin’ to prove!” Okay cool — then get off live, stay out the drama, stop tryna clear your name every five minutes. If you ain’t got nothin’ to prove, stop actin’ like you do!
Move in silence, take care of yourself, focus on your son, and let people talk. ’Cause the back-and-forth, the chaos, the contradictions — I just can’t take it anymore. It’s exhausting.
I’m done. I wish her the best, but I ain’t ridin’ this rollercoaster no more.
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