Mum said my blog is too violent and explicit due to my flowery swear words and that people can tell that I am wildly bitter, extremely stressed and not in control person. *middle finger* Am I scaring you babes? Even if I am, do you even care? Well, we both don't. I mean tell me, do you really care what people think of you or how they judge you, tell me if that really matters? If it matters, why? And if it is not an issue, why too? Once upon a time I used to be a damn bodoh happy person and of course I didn't live happily ever after because something called r e a l i t y kicks in *fuck* and I have to deal things in a more un-disney way where I do not give a fuck even if you give a fuck.
Tell me do you like what you see in the mirror? A friend told me and Bob only yesterday saying that she refuses to look at the mirror unless she really has to. She thinks that she looks fat each time she looks at the mirror. Evertime I look at the mirror I tell myself I needed a new mirror. Do you think the mirror will tell you the truth or you choose what you want to see in the mirror?
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2 comments:
HAHAHAHHA
your mom is damn cute la!
heck there's no way i'll let my mum read my blog...
u are who u are and that's what makes u unique compared to some of us plain bored-shitless janes..
hahaha
What ppl think, despite how many times i would like to tell myself that it does not matter, will always matter to me. Because, simply we do not exist alone.
So the only thing that I can possibly do for myself, without trying so damn hard to change people's views on you is to just; love yourself.
cheesy, i know.
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