Who i am is who i am.Your approval is not needed. Got a problem with me? Solve it. Think I'm trippin? Tie my shoes. I'm the author of my own life unfortunately. I'm writing in pen and can't erase my mistakes. There have been too many changes in too short a time. My world has been dumped upside down, cut up, and glued back together with all the wrong pieces. I like piercings , tattoos, makeup, and music. I'm that one bitch, who don't give a shit what you fucking think.
You can love me or hate me, whatever makes you happy. I barley ever sleep. I'm random as hell. I want to dye my hair kinda a lot, lame right? It's perfectly fine. I'm seriously one of the nicest people you will ever meet. But i am SERIOUSLY, not the person to fuck with, I'm a pretty fucked kidd. I do some stupid things, but nothing i do is for attention. If alll you're gonna do is add me and talk to me because you wanna say shit, to put me down, then get the fuck off my page, cause it's a waste of you're time iff you hate me so much, then you must have an obsession over me if you just wanna keep saying shit to me as you can see i hate shit talkers. I don't judge people by appearance, it's not a big deal to me.
I can't just flutter my eyes and get any guy i want. I have expectations, and i never end up in the right relationship. I let people take advantage of me, and I accepted way less than I deserve. Nobody is perfect. I've been lied to, cheated on, and heartbroken. But who hasn't? I've fucked up, fucked people up, and been fucked over, but every hit was worth it because i felt it. I knew it was real. Life is real and I'm living it wrong everyday. But do I ever regret one thing? Never.
I'm entirely stitched by flaws with good intentions but bad habits. I'm romantic and not easily swayed. I don't date very often, and i'm not that shallow. I love getting to know people and i probably can be one of the nicest and caring people you'll ever meet. And it's hard to actually get to know me completely, but if you got the time, try.
The appearance of my own body is cut and dissected every time I breathe. My horror of beauty is not when I'm laying naked on the bathroom floor, but when I'm staring at myself, wondering what's underneath the painted-on feelings and made-up eyes. I'm not a fucking beauty queen. When I walk into the bathroom, I'm not getting pretty.. I'm destroying myself. Repairing myself from the damage I've done. Whether YOU like it or NOT. The ceiling of fear crashes down on me when I pick up the latest fashion magazine and find that no one else looks like me. But what is ME? Where has the word "real" gone to? Maybe reality is blonde hair, plastic body parts, tan skin and porcelain teeth? I think it's sweaty skin, smeared lipstick and a big mouth, being afraid of nothing and truly LOVING yourself without BEING someone else. The vanity sanctuary will keep me safe and you can try to break me down but you're only hurting yourself, just like you're supposed to be doing.
I'll be dying in my makeup and you'll be dying without it. Did you have a point? Because somewhere in your own special ugliness you lost meaning and I forgot what you said. People need to hate me because they hate themselves. They want to believe the rumors about me because they don't have their own rumors. I'm here to stay, so get used to it and worry about yourself before you try and be negative towards me.
I draw the line at being in your life. Cheers to your future; May they bury you alive.![]()