Happy one year anniversary to you.

Happy one year anniversary to you.
To the princess who wants it all. To the princess who wants the rings, the sneakers, the food, the jewels, everything. To the poor sap who has to manage life, because your significant other isn't part of your real life. It's in your imaginary life. You made it this way because your vulnerable little body knew that if anything ever happened, that just like everything else imaginary, you could forget about and erase. Happy one year anniversary to you, you poor man. I wish you luck in pleasing this young un-pleasable lady.

Most of what I write doesn't make sense, and after years of trying to make it make sense, I've realized that isn't what writing really is. So here you go, me, raw, no homo.


..Even the stupidest of people are realist. Even if its with themselves and not with us, everyone has a small part in their body that keeps it real. Even me, but I think I have an unusual bigger part of "keep it real" in my body than most people. It takes so much energy out of my body to write this, but.. What if who I am isn't okay? Yeah I understand, be you, but.. What if youre a bad person? You should change..for the better, right?
In simple terms, I'm a complex person. I want to change, but the rebellion in me makes me remain ME, but ME is a bad person. So what the fuck do you do? ..You can't run away from your problems.

..I don't even know what I'm trying to prove. I don't understand, I'm so clueless about everything. Funny, I praise my maturity, but truth is, I'm proally more immature than 90% of the people I make fun of.
My heart says, how dare you be so mean and rude and selfish? My mind says.. how dare you not demand what you deserve as a woman, as a Queen? These two personalities clashing=doesn't fly.
I just.. I-don't-know.