What the fuck is your actual problem?
Nevermind, just keep that answer right there where you tucked the rest of them, and when I’m finished with this verse, I’m pretty sure you know where you can put them.
Collectively or otherwise, sir, I just can’t see me giving a fuck.
I don’t know where you got the idea that I, me, bitch are you serious? Me. That I should be falling straight out of these Louboutins,
That I should be pressing my lips to the ground you’ve covered but you need to throw this bitch into reverse and find exactly where you came up with that, because that’s your point of fuckery.
That’s the moment you left reality behind.
Let’s be clear. Let’s be I just Windexed the glass enclosure clear, love, you can ask all day for me to dull my shine.
It just can’t happen. If you feel the need to star in your own little show, by all means. I’m two and three deep on Fuckboys, actually, you can split.
This isn’t the time for your little tantrums, this isn’t the place for your hissy fits.
Just, ya know, take that shit outside or something. Go walk all that nonsense off or something. Take it the fuck outta my face or something. I’m not doing this shit with you today.
You can get over it, or you can get on with it, and those are the options to choose from. I can’t offer a compromise. Those aren’t for me. I can’t give you a plan C, an alternate route, an emergency exit.
You don’t need any. Please understand when I say this, because I mean it from my heart.
It only takes once for a man to show me he doesn’t want me.
You remember that, right, love? I do. You had better fucking believe I do.
You can stand here talking until the dogs come home. You can stand here bitching until you run out of air. The results will be one and the same.
In my mind, your ending has already been written. You don’t get a series. You don’t have a season two.
I think what I’m saying is you were simply a bit part. You were just a cameo. You don’t have a speaking role.
Thanks for dropping in though. It was… no. It wasn’t. That’s it. That’s the ending. Tie it off yourself.
Sitting here reading this while listening to Billie sing "Therefore I Am" has got me in gales of laughter and snort giggling.
Your timing couldn't have possibly been better.