I hate ugly girls who think they're ""bad . Like i'm sorry, but when did it become ok for you bitches to plop your big ass on the bathroom sink and hope to god you look "phat" (is that what the cool ones say nowadays?...Idk).
Ooh Ooh wait what about those pictures where you're just getting out of the shower or you look in the mirror and wince your face up like someone just poured alcohol into your rectum after a big shit.Snap *Caption* "I look soooo ugly, but oh well" ........WTF like alright girl if it's so ugly why post it and punish us with your selfishness?
Here's my all time fave, you lean over with a "cleavagistic" shirt . Snsp* Caption* some deep ass quote like "Only god can judge me" .... 1.)No bitch actually it's on the internet so anyone can judge you including vivid entertainment if they needed new material for soft porn. 2.) Don't pretend like your nipples aren't waiting for their debut really you're far too kind. 3.) Thanks for the show now get back on your pole.
And last, but certainly not least the middle finger and finger guns (watch out Bambi) in ANY picture. Really? Bitch you're ugly is all I can say.It's not cool in any way. Makes you look retarded .
Do I say what I'm thinking or spare someone's feelings? I hate feeling like communication is just one way. Why should I have to worry about results of "just saying" what we're both probably thinking? When will I have the shrewdness to finally ask" How exactly will this work" ? and "Are we wasting our time, playing semi-house, playing semi adults?" It would just be nice to know for certain instead of always wondering if this is all just a temporary solution to a bigger problem. I'm aware words were spoken and futures assumed,but until things are set and stone i'm just on.....idk.
Growing up my sisters and I have basically raised ourselves. Then when my brother was born it just seemed like second nature to become the "mother" all over again.. I'm not saying my mom deserted us. All I'm saying is she could have done a little better. I don't know i guess listening to her talking about trying something new with the family or ......I don't really know what I'm trying to say..........While my mom was off tending to the so called men that she brought into our lives, we were busy growing up. Time never stopped as much as I think she thinks it did. Instead of being there for us she was too busy trying to find a new "Father" for a us. Or maybe she wasn't thinking about us period. Who knows what goes on in her head. Countless nights of listening to the arguing, sleeping in the car while she played romeo (balcony scene) ,letting them put hands on her child. Yet still we were left to sort through the confusing feelings of everything that went on. I'm the one that had to explain when they were scared, I'm the one who had to step in and say "keep your hands off of my brother" , I'm the one who stepped up and said what everyone in the house thought.I'm the one who watched her kids while she was out doing who knows, I'm the one that watched the tears spill down cheeks and listened to sniffles meant to be silent,I'm the one who had to hold it in and seem strong with no one to comfort me. So excuse the hell out of me because I don't trust you, or the men you choose.I'm sorry if you deem me selfish because I don't want to mend an imaginary relationship because now you decide it's convienient for you . If that's what I am for doing things that you should've been there to do then that's fine with me. I feel that if anyone was selfish it was you.........
So...
This is so long over due, but every time I open this window my thoughts scatter and leave me a feeling of ...idk
Recently, I've been thinking....what's new right? I've been thinking about how no one has secrets anymore . The saying is ultimately true. Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. Now a days we're all caught up in lies . He said. She said. I miss the times when you could genuinely trust someone .....let me rephrase that. I miss the times when my words were just air and unimportant. I shouldn't have to hear shit from 3 different people when I only told you. That's how you catch people in a lie. You tell one person and if anyone else repeats it.....well you know. The worst part about it is when it came back to me half of the truth remained. How will we decipher the truth when it becomes too mangled to process?