i've grown up too fast.
i wanna be happy and content.
but i'll take being that bitch, whore, cunt, downright crazy ass knife-carrying motherfucker you always talk about.
bitches hate me cause they ain't me.
and i fucking love it.
i only believe in fate and destiny when it's on my side.
i have no qualms with admitting my faults.
i'm judgemental and typically don't like anyone even before i meet them.
i like talking shit.
and i can kick your ass, verbally or physically; choose wisely.
i have no desire to impress people.
my insecurities are a result of my many psychopathies, all of which stem from being violated, disregarded, emotionally abandoned by and detached from those i care[d] for the most.
i'm most stable and comfortable during the low periods.
i'd rather be alone but i'm too clingy for that shit.
everything i'm afraid of has some lack of control factor involved, or so i've been told.

it still makes me more awesome than you'll ever be.

Labels: baby business, this is who i am

--i refused to spellcheck @ 5:03 PM | |