Bittersweet in Your mouth…
Can You stomach the doubt?
I wish I could say what I’m feeling…
I’m scared to let these words out
“Don’t go to war for me. I’m not the one that you want me to be. Don’t call me up at 2am tonight. It feels so damn good, and I wish you would. (Just don’t.) And don’t cry no more for me. Don’t waste your time convincing me that maybe someday we’ll get it right. Cause we never could. I wish that we would. But we won’t, so just don’t.”
Just like fire, burning out the way
If I could light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me, anyway…
When I did the Roast Yourself challenge a couple weeks ago, I mentioned that I would be dispelling a few myths, and clearing a lot of things up. Addressing a lot of the stuff I hear about myself daily… things people say to me or about me. Yes, this is the reality of the SL that we live in, where people are that petty. I would have thought that after 3 years of my being in the fashion community, people would have found something better to take up their time.
Continue reading “Confession .23. This Is Me… Take It Or Leave It”
You’re irrelevant
Like Television
I wouldn’t even watch
From a cell in prison…
I’m back! It’s been a hot minute, but I’ll get to that eventually. For now, I wanted to go at something that will bleed into my next blog post… so I wanted to approach it in a bit of a creative way. Lately I’ve seen a bunch of my favorite Youtubers take on NigaHiga’s “Roast Yourself” challenge. I don’t have the bandwidth or internet speed to get a decent kind of recording for a Youtube video, but I still wanted to participate, so I figured I’d do it in blog form.
Antisocial Darwinism 