fucking napoleon

listen to your mother.
but keep the crying off your PDA,
Blackjack go black and I am left phoneless, broken, bound to your distant selfishness

i've learned enough in school to know that you end up on an island, all alone. with no me.

and where is your army now?
my borders are blocked, all by my feminism, all by me- woman. my head up high laughing at you short man. forget the broken phone and lost contacts and picture messages. at least i have my sanity, now.

your attempts to blockade are a joke, i ended my hunger strike days ago, and all on my own accord. so don't be coming after me again, not with that mindless, dull, and over aged guillotine. my head sees things clearly, on or off this worn out body.


and i spent the past two days in Ani world. and i feel good. i feel inspired. i feel like a little of myself is back. she is such an inspiration to me. i have imagined meeting her for such a long time that when i finally had the chance, all i wanted was to gaze at her in admiration, completely at a loss for words.

i am ready to rid myself of toxic elements in my life. i am reminded of my admiration for the finer things in life. i am looking for a new project, a new goal, a new me. ready ready, take me.