...and you can just screw your F*#@(&)#@**&#@ off and I don't actually give a flyin' f*ck.
mwahaha.
wala lang, it just feels so damn good not to care.
and to this, strangely enough, is my soundtrack-
I'm tired of overthinking, I know you don't belong
Now am asking questions- no one pushes me around*
I know, because when am good, I can be so all-girls convent-bred good, but when I need to be bad, oh boy, I can be so bad.
Because I can.
If standing up for yourself makes you a bitch, then fine. (And a nice smattering of swear words just does the trick, aimed at that nothingness, that void that does not, cannot talk back.)
Cheerios!
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*I Do, Lisa Loeb
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