people really think this is end game
that nothing ever changes
and they are the end name.
like you are something special?
just because you have the last name of–
your dad.
it’s just a fad
your dad.
it’s just a stupid thing to say
“i am my dad’s name
now i am his name.”
and now you are messing with my head.
saying
“i am so special,
i fuck with your head.”
what?
i know it’s hard to believe.
but i stand on me,
and bea,
and meg.
and you don’t have authority
over my head.
you think kourt and kim
and society
bring you in?
YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOMETHING.
MORE!
WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR DAD?
we are better than our dad’s.
and that’s why we aren’t friends.
and you are not.
JUST THOTS.
not even in our head.
but in their beds.
but they regret
it.
histrionic.
bitches.
not us.
just you
in my head
saying i’m “better dead.”
making me insecure,
while i give my daughter a manicure.
just telling me i’m fat,
over and over and over–
so i think i’m THAT.
that’s what retards do.
that’s what you do.
i’m a normal fucking hot woman,
i’m sorry you’re not down with that.
i’m sorry you slut shame.
and name names.
i am sorry you think we’re the same
but only in vain.
you send me to pain.
because of my face
that you think is ugly.
so it really makes you feel so much–
“why does he love her?”
HE DOES.
BECAUSE I AM NOT VAIN LIKE YOU.
i’m just doing my thing.
which is hot
and also not–
i don’t care about the things that you care about.
i’ve written this for the last time.
i’m on like slime.
come take it hillary.
