Let me tell you something..
I may be a little blazae blah with all my spelling and my grammar but whatever i am real. with right, with what I write and how i feel and i’m not perfect but that was a big flaw with me.. perfectionism.
it made me stop.
i am not stopping now and maybe i don’t have the readership, or the stats, or the conformity, but i think “well, whatever.”
the truth is this. he doesn’t believe in me.
All this time. all these years, he doesnt know jack shit about me or who i am or who i can be.
my ex knew and he was afraid of it
he knows and is doubtful.
too much of a risk?
a little here and there
and Nan, really?
fuck you both
it’s not about 85$
85 fucking dollars
it’s about the belief in me that i thought you both had
it’s the belief in me that you clearly do not
so fuck you both.