You bitches may judge me all you want.
I don't give a fucking damn.
Or maybe,
You bitches are just tryna get my attention here.
I am who i think i was.
You loathe me?
You've got issues.
And, guess what?
You won't get any of my attention.
Who'd entertain people like you?
Get your feets of my head.
Because i'll never let you step on me.
I may be imperfect.
But so are you.
Use your bloody brain and think before you do something tht would only make you look stoopid.
Go around and make people laugh over th silly things you've did.
You ain't getting my way, fo God's sake.
So please.
Stay out of my sight because i'm tired of laughing over bitches like you.
Speak of me?
Speak fo yourself, girl.
You're not up to my standard.
Get it?
Takecare & goodluck in your daily lives (:
Love,
Emily.
