Am always the one to make sure everyone’s always okay. But when I’m not okay the only person who’s there for me, is me.
Seriously needs to take my phone battery out so I can’t use it because I’m about to fucking flip out and fucking break it.
All started with my father. I musta got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my momma. I’m a rollin stone just like em.
People wont take me for fucking granted when I’m gone. I’ve bent over backwards being there for people. And not one of you fucking appreciate me or anything I’ve done. But people who haven’t went through 1/4 of the shit I have for you is your concern. That’s not a big fuck you. Everyone can go fuck themselves. Morale of the story is, all i need is myself.
