My nephew just had his 7th birthday. But is party is tommarro. 
Im not sad because its his party...Im sad because of who will be there.....
My evil cousins.
beautiful and weighing 90 pounds...they are rich and have never worked a day in their lives...and they look down on me...and feel the need to tell me to my face....
every chance they get...
"Oh...all that lifting makes you look so masculine....you should try yoga...."
or once I was told..."why dont you just date one of the boyz you work with and get a regular job. My boyfriend wont let me pay for a thing."
But for some reason...I'll wake up saturday morning...and look in the mirror...and hate myself for not being their version of good enough. My clothes will be too old...and my hair wont look as shiny...and I'll let these...bitches, get the best of me.
It happens every time. ....
and they make me wonder what life would be like if I had it all. Well...their "version" of all.
and then other times....
I JUST WANT TO RENT A MONSTER TRUCK AND CHASE THESE BITCHES DOWN....LIKE DOGS...
I'LL CHASE THEM INTO THE STREETS ...MY MONSTER TRUCK JUST INCHES FROM THEIR MANOLO BLANIC HEELS.....AND WATCH THEM SCREAM WITH FEAR...WAVING THEIR PURSES IN THE AIR!!!!
or....I could just realize that they are fake. And that is something that I wont be....
Im too good to be a phony.
I'll let these bitches laugh at me tommarro....
and I'll take it like a man...or rather...a woman.
I think that maybe ....they might not be as happy as they pretend to be....
one thing I do know....Im almost always happy....so I must be doing something right....
Im not sad because its his party...Im sad because of who will be there.....
My evil cousins.
beautiful and weighing 90 pounds...they are rich and have never worked a day in their lives...and they look down on me...and feel the need to tell me to my face....
every chance they get...
"Oh...all that lifting makes you look so masculine....you should try yoga...."
or once I was told..."why dont you just date one of the boyz you work with and get a regular job. My boyfriend wont let me pay for a thing."
But for some reason...I'll wake up saturday morning...and look in the mirror...and hate myself for not being their version of good enough. My clothes will be too old...and my hair wont look as shiny...and I'll let these...bitches, get the best of me.
It happens every time.
....
and they make me wonder what life would be like if I had it all. Well...their "version" of all.
and then other times....
I JUST WANT TO RENT A MONSTER TRUCK AND CHASE THESE BITCHES DOWN....LIKE DOGS...
I'LL CHASE THEM INTO THE STREETS ...MY MONSTER TRUCK JUST INCHES FROM THEIR MANOLO BLANIC HEELS.....AND WATCH THEM SCREAM WITH FEAR...WAVING THEIR PURSES IN THE AIR!!!!
or....I could just realize that they are fake. And that is something that I wont be....
Im too good to be a phony.
I'll let these bitches laugh at me tommarro....
and I'll take it like a man...or rather...a woman.
I think that maybe ....they might not be as happy as they pretend to be....
one thing I do know....Im almost always happy....so I must be doing something right....
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Of course they're not as happy as they pretend to be... and chances are they don't like themselves at all... why else would they be trying to bring you down?! Misery loves company. Pity, really. -TC
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P.S. Your smile is amazing. 
-TC
-TC