It’s no easier today. I hade to quit at three yesterday when I was going to try for 5. Today is just, well, it’s just, People are very sad when I stand up for myself. One sad, others mad. If only they knew how I REALLY feel.
On with the show. I hafta say something nice about me. It’s hard cause I’m the only one who ever does. Unless..
. Mmm, you look tasty.
Nah, let’s not and say we did not.
1. Well, there ya go. For lack of a better (I can’t through even this without tears) self-compliment, I know how to keep the mystery going, I’m not sure it counts though. I’m fucking trying.
2. Oh gawd no. See, I really can keep a secret. a) What I wanted to say. b) How I know.
2. I guess I’m stuck on two. I have to be able to think of one nice thing to say about myself. Nope. Why did it have to happen? Why did I have to get stuck here this long? There’s no going back to who and what I was. The me they fucking bludgeoned. Oh sure. Say it online so that bitch can make a pretty meme about me. Well, fuck!
2. That bitch is making me famous. Not in the same way I used to be. But I’ll take it. Ride it, cunt!
(I don’t think I’m gonna count that either.)
As a parting gift (That ho will have me broke again in minutes the way she parts her legs) I’ll leave you with this:
Sugars and red hot cinnamon
and everything other girls isn’d
that’s what this honey is made of.
Pour yourself some ginzznaspritzah
Loosen the bottle capzznmezemistah
Pour me some bubblzzyizipza
I think I’m ready to kizzzya
That was hard to watch.