Damn these guards & fuck these walls. Once everything’s good all off a sudden there’s some sort of tick that triggers a bad memory & all these damn emotions come pouring out. I try to leave it in the back of my mind but like what I tweeted last night, “Don’t you hate thinkin about something you don’t wanna think about? But you keep thinking about it & it gets you so heated? Yeah, that’s me right now.” I try to calm myself down but then I get all butt hurt and take it out on people. I just wanna punch a bag until my knuckles bleed. Or I wish there’s a switch in my brain that I can turn off so I don’t gotta go back down memory lane then get all defensive. Fuck bein a girl sometimes. Fuck over thinking. Fuck all the shit I went through & seen that got me to feel & think like this. Fuck all those heartless little boys that ever came across me. And fuck their uncontrollable dicks. End rant.

I feel a little better now. And now I feel bad for bein a bitch…