I'm bitchy. I'm angsty. I'm antagonizing. I'm hell a lot to handle.
Only because I'm not afraid to say what I think and do what I want. And I see the world for it is and what it is not.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm right. But fuck it. At least I'm not afraid to stand up for myself.

Life is not all beautiful roses and happy unicorns. Dream big, talk big. You are nothing without the elitism you created upon your delusions. You are nothing to me still.

You don't deserve anything you want from me.

So get the fuck away from me. And we'll live our lives the way it were. You, in your perfect little bubble and me, with the world around me drawn ugly.