I’m so fucking tired of being that nice girl who gets walked all over. You know what, she’s gone. Don’t except me to be fucking nice anymore. And don’t fucking bitch at me when I tell you straight up what I think of you. It is what it is.
I have a total of sixteen candles lit around my entire dorm. Although it’s a pretty sight, I think it would be best that someone occasionally checks up on me to make sure I haven’t caught anything, or myself on fire.