Actually, I do care.
Are you surprised? I have feelings, too.
I care that people hate me. I care that you insult me.
I mean, I’m only human, so I guess this shouldn’t be surprising.
Believe it or not I actually care that I hurt people.
But it’s not like I’m going to say sorry for being real.
You all talk about how much you wish you would meet someone who doesn’t fake it.
Well sweetheart, I’m right here. In plain view.
I don’t bullsh/t things around so you can hear the sweet lie, rather than the hard truth.
If you look bad, I’ll tell you. If you look good, I’ll tell you.
If you say something rude, I’ll be a b/tch to you. I’m sure you do that, too.
So stop lying to me and yourself, and come to face reality.
But I only get hate because more people are rude to me, for whatever reasons.
But, in a way, I’m okay with that.
I’d rather be the one to take all the hate then let some innocent person get b/tched at.
I’d rather come off as a b/tch, than to have someone else be rude, involuntary.
I’ll take the blame. I mean, I have been since I was five.
I broke the lamp, I broke the glass, I broke the window, I broke the door, the tv, the computer, the cell phone only you use. I break everything.
So yeah, I’m used to taking the blame, so what not I guess?
You’re past never really leaves you apparently.
‘Cause here I am taking blame for things I didn’t even do, again.
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