This ain't a story or smthn. and yes the category of this "book" is poetry because this shit is art, and because I'm a narcissist.
so if you continue to read this(for some reason) there will be
>a lot of rants
>me whining
>more rants
>more whining
>openly talking shit about someone, and yes I'm hoping they'd read it
>shit load of curse words
>me whining about wanting attention
>petty shit
>there will be times where I might talk about deep shit but chances are five to none.
>SPOILERS
now about me(ok you can skip this, even Idgaf rn)
I'm very active wattpad, I'm planning to post books here to( I did upload 2 already but my lazy ass couldn't finish it so I deleted it)
Basically I'm a petty, high maintenance bitch, I love pastel pink, drama, beef,shade and TEA BITCH WE AINT FINNA SIP IT BUT WE GON CHUG IT DOWN.
I believe in "blood runs thicker than water" so if I don't consider you family, I might backstab you, nothing personal honey.
I talk a shit lot, I find it weird if I dont run my mouth.
my top four facial expressions are; resting bitch face, fake happy, idgaf face, full on bitch face.
my attitude is... lol I don't even wanna explain that shit.
I act like I hate everything and love only myself, but that's not (always)true.
ugh I sound like a horrible person,I swear I'm not that bad.
I might promote some shit here( mostly promoting me and my shit, I want attention)
I also have no class, so if something/someone offends me, I'll most likely fight yo' ass back.
my mind is blank rn and my hands are hurting so see you soon hoes.
~mon
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PoetryHere's the beef bitch. With shade and salt at the side and extra Tea