You came into my life and sucked what little happiness I had left, out.

You tell me my writing sucks, my house is a mess, I'm fat, my music is boring and that I'm a murderous thief!

What the Hell?

This is what I get for being kind and helping someone out of a hell THEY created for themselves?!

Since when did it become ok to interrupt someone's life with your own bullshit drama then complain and yell to them about how they respond?

You don't get to choose my reaction jerk off!

You don't get to tell me what to do or what YOU THINK I did wrong!

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Let me remind you who I AM.

I am fine alone.

In fact, I prefer it.

I am goal oriented.

I am a grown woman.

I am happy with myself.

(All I need is Me...and God)

I am loved.

(I am not unlovable!)

I don't need anyone to 'complete' me.

(I don't want to marry you!)

I am a writer

(who cares if you don't like what I write!)

I am a good singer

(I'll sing out loud all I want!)

I am a wonderful mother

(proof is in the pudding)

A messy house is a sign of a HOUSE WITH A BUSY FAMILY

(so suck it)

I won't be intimidated by childish antics or your narcissistic tendencies.

Take that shit on up the road.

I aint got the time!

Even if I did....you're not worth it.