[brushes your hair] hey
[bakes you cookies] hey guess what
[kisses ur cheek] ur very special and important and i love you
Shapes (1/?) Fall 2013
You have to let those feelings inside of you. You have to let them be a part of you. You have to accept them. Then you can heal.
The first time I got called a bitch, I was in the 5th grade on the bus and I got into some argument with another girl and I got off the bus crying and my mom helped calm me down and life went on.
I’ve been called a bitch a lot of times since then, and you know what? Every single one of those people were right. I am a bitch.
I am the biggest, motherfucking, bad-ass bitch to have ever lived.
I have bitched better than any bitch before.
I am the world’s best bitch.
And can’t nobody fuck with me.
I was just walking back into my dorm building with my bf and two friends called us to catch up, and for the entire conversation that happened between the parking lot and getting off of the elevator, it was as though I wasn’t even there.
They didn’t acknowledge me at all.