I love Miss Fame
Something tells me you want me to fuck up and go back on my goals i’ve set for myself, JUST so the voice in your head can say “SEE YOU ARE BETTER THAN HER” just so you can validate your ego. you want me to be this terrible person so bad, that’s fucking multiple people and using them to boost my self esteem. i will admit that i can be dependent on people, i turn to comfort in others when i feel lost. but this time i put myself through the fucking ringer after we broke up. i made it a point to not hang out with anyone so i didn’t become dependent on them. i am more strong and independent now than i have ever been, and for that, i thank you. thank you for helping me realize how much i am actually worth. thank you for telling me i shouldn’t let people walk all over me, because i’m definitely not letting you walk all over me anymore.
i deserve good friends, i deserve to have good people in my life. not small, mean, manipulative boys that try and tear ME down when they’re feeling lost and hurt. not someone who constantly throws my own feelings, that i can’t help, in my face. not someone who puts their own selfish wants over my mental health. no, fuck that. i don’t have room in my life for people that don’t have an ounce of respect for themselves.
