note to self

Dear self,
right now, you're pretty vulnerable and you look like a ballsack of sadness; go cheer the fuck up, don't look over the wonderful projects you were planning; you don't need no bitch to follow you in your crazy path even tho you wish there was one.

if he says he doesn't have time for you, fuck off
he does; not for you

if it's too good to be true,
it fucking is

if he fucks your mood more than your pussy,
Houston we have another problem

if he can't handle you at your worse,
he never will, unfortunately

if he lies about small things,
he eventually will for big stuff

trust your instincts;
and yes looks does fucking matter,

you maybe deserve platinum,
but there's nothing wrong looking out for gold,

as hard as it to believe,
some guys love fatties like you,

not everybody will hurt you,
mentally OR psychically,

and you don't deserve it as much as you think,
not even abusers deserve to be abused,

there is no such thing as too much makeup,
but there is such thing as constructive critiques,

you aren't a whore,
you're a queen, maybe a villain but not a slut,

your tastes are YOURS,
so nobody should want to change them,

you're YOU that's your trademark,
too bad some have asshole as theirs,

anyways you're a fucking bad bitch, own it, if they don't like your wing stab them with it.