I tend to have a strong personality but that doesn’t mean I am cocky, concieted, and full of myself. It combines with insecurities as well. I am often afraid of how people see me.
Why can’t you see that what you say has an affect on people? Why can’t you see that you could be scarring people for life or possibly trauma to the brain? Why can’t you see that what you say, if very insulting can cause someone to seek revenge on you and make the revenge never ending.
It’s all good. I’ll go bright blonde then. Puhleeeease, I get more bitches than you. You wanna play attention whore with me buddy? Funny, you call guys that are prettyboys faggots, when I see that those so-called “faggots” get more likes and attention on FaceBook than your ugly ass. You’re jealous. Which is why you call them faggots. K you keep contradicting yourself and its funny. So go and be a faggot.
1. C cup breast implants
2. Rhinoplasty nose job
3. Jawline reduction
“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing
My dad needs to seriously get the fuck out of the living room and go to work or something because i need to get ready…… Doesn’t even know i am home…. he’s just sitting there watching TV Wtf…. I’m getting angry and frustrated just lying down on my bed waiting for him to fucking leave already dammit….
Karma got you for what you did to my mother. Spending money on prostitutes and hookers… For your pleasures. Now look, you live in a mobile home and your life sucks. What happened to making good investments? I despise you. Your life sucks. You hate your life and it shows so well. Since you hate your life so much, you take the anger out on me and drag me down with you. You pick on me over all my sisters. Since you have no life. I look down on you. I am ashamed to call you my dad. I look down on the way you’re raising my sisters. I look down on your mentality and your past decisions. And you put me through stress in my life because your life is right now, terrible. You could’ve made better investments. You could’ve. Instead you marry my stepmom who is so young and spent money on a damn InfinitiG35 when we don’t even have enough to keep this roof above our heads and other necessities. And then she decides to buy another dog? Oh, the expenses. I hate you. I don’t ever want anyone to think of me as you. I don’t respect you. You don’t respect me. You are shit. You are a dick. You are dumb. You make my life miserable just because yours is miserable. You hit me twice in the eye and I got a black eye and I didn’t call authorities on it. Know what? I should’ve. For all the times you have on me. You like to call the police on me. You LOVE TO. Every slight wrong, you threaten me and say you’ll call cops on me. You drag me down with you. And your horrid wife who is miserable of her life too. And what you’re doing to me is bringing me down. I don’t deserve this. Not ome bit.
She go to school, she works part-time, cooks amazing food, cleans, cares for you, buys you things, goes to the gym, and yet she looks like a 10 with that body off the charts, ambition and mind state of a hustla. That’s wifey.
Im tired of this. I don’t want to be with someone that fights for pride but rather someone fighting for defense when it’s necessary. Another add on to my turn offs.. I’m actually a good girl so yea
I don’t ever need a guy to win me over with money. I really don’t. That’s what I admire about myself and find very down-to-earth. The guys that try to impress me with their fancy cars and buy me pricey things. Yeah, that’s flattering and all, but I am focus on getting my own money and buying my own necessities and luxuries. Get me? It’s cute to have a guy take care of me, but I’d like to take more care of the guy. I don’t get too flattered by being bought things. I fall for personality. Someone who gives me security and affection. I am independent-spirited.
Ever since my relationship ended with my ex, i became a lot more picky about who I date now.
There was a time i used to look into my fathers eyes in a happy home, i was thinking i had a golden throne. Those days are gone, now the memory’s on the wall…