Sometimes people think they know me. Literally from front to back like a book.
Let me just say this:
You don't fucking know me.
I like many different things, do different things with different people, and act different ways with them also. There isn't just one basic part of me, the fuck.
I'm just like my life, an extreme roller coaster.
Enjoy the ride.
The people in this little ass town have a fucking problem with thinking they really know people. They barely know who their boyfriend is fucking when they aren't together. And that's the bottom line.
I've had enough with people trying to continually try to shame me on absolute unjustifiable grounds.
They label. They assume.
They hear stuff from other people who don't know.
Like you don't have me figured out, you're not my momma. You couldn't possibly know me. Especially my "friends", they knew nothing of me.
There are plenty of things to learn from a person. I mean, yeah, no one can possibly know all of them. But that's the point of a conversation with ME. No one knows me better than myself!
You aren't able to pin point me nor what I "would" do.
