For those who Google me...
I started changing all my privacy settings for my journal entries due to recent events, but you know what? Fuck that.
Fuckkkkk thattttt.
I will do what I want, say what I want, and post whatever the FUCK I want and no one is going to change that. I have no reason to be ashamed of my own thoughts and feelings, and anyone who wants to make me feel that way has their own issues to deal with. Intolerance of others' feelings just proves inability to handle your own as well. It's pathetic.
So keep reading if you have nothing better to do with your life but judge me. Go for it. It's nice to know I'm still on your mind if that's the case. Remember me as the one who was good to you, and the one you let go. I'm not crying anymore. If I am, it's out of laughter, because recent behavior has become so pathetically immature that it's hilarious. I have moved on with my life and am most definitely not looking back.
"When people have fucked up lives they either become fucked up or become better for it."
Guess which one you are? And guess which I am?
Fuckkkkk thattttt.
I will do what I want, say what I want, and post whatever the FUCK I want and no one is going to change that. I have no reason to be ashamed of my own thoughts and feelings, and anyone who wants to make me feel that way has their own issues to deal with. Intolerance of others' feelings just proves inability to handle your own as well. It's pathetic.
So keep reading if you have nothing better to do with your life but judge me. Go for it. It's nice to know I'm still on your mind if that's the case. Remember me as the one who was good to you, and the one you let go. I'm not crying anymore. If I am, it's out of laughter, because recent behavior has become so pathetically immature that it's hilarious. I have moved on with my life and am most definitely not looking back.
"When people have fucked up lives they either become fucked up or become better for it."
Guess which one you are? And guess which I am?