It’s 12:38 and this is how I feel.
Don’t fucking treat me like I’m this cute little innocent doll here to entertain you. I’m not who you fucking think I am. I may act how you expect, but I don’t know why…maybe because I’m terrified that you will not like me, that everyone will hate me, so I can’t step out of line or say anything less than sweet and that results in me getting walked all over by fucking terrible human beings. I’m intelligent if not Ivy League, goal-oriented if not a bit lost, and I don’t give a fuck whether you want to fuck me, I’m not interested.
So don’t tell me I’m cute. Don’t smile and laugh when I say things you don’t expect. I’m not interested in being patronized and I see right through the bullshit you look down on me with.
