I Don't Care Anymore.

And I feel thats the worst part. I thought I was maturing into a more conscious version of myself. Being able to choose my words properly and use my sarcastic wit to better my position in a conversation or what it is I'm trying to achieve. But I'm surely digressing into my freshmen years of being rude and laughing about it. Maybe I never changed? Maybe I just thought I toned it down a notch. I'm just an overall angry lately, thus I don't care anymore. My main concern as of these days is myself. I don't care how it sounds, but caring about others left me angry, insecure, destitute, and enough emotions I spent my years avoiding to not wish anymore of. I don't care anymore. The question I can't shake is from my grandfather who finally decide to reappear into my life and sprinkle me with advice. "Behind every good man is a good woman. But what if your woman doesn't leave you empowered? Then how strong of a man are you?" I don't care anymore. I'm going to start making some serious money fucking finally working for my grandparents, at a waffle house, and doing kids parties like I used to. I can't wait to spend some real money on real things. I'm done for now.

Made me laugh

Thus I found It worth sharin

Big girls, Big job, Big salary. Big girls don't care bout calories. Big girls don't care who's lookin, all she wanna know is "Damn who cookin?"