shut up hoe
Tonight I will go to bed, and tomorrow I will wake up and learn to not care. I'm sick and tired of worrying about what people think about me. I'm done with grasping onto the little hope I have, only to fall down...I'm through with wondering if I'm good enough. If you don't like me, fuck you too. If it doesn't happen now, it will tomorrow...And I am fucking good enough, I always have been.....Tomorrow is the day that I will become the Chenaé I've always dreamed of being. I may not be "that girl" who takes your breath away or that friend you choose to call. But to someone else, I'll come first....and when I do, you'll wish it was you.