Bitch

Last night I was told I am an angry bitch. At first it hurt my feelings but today I kind of like it. I am an angry bitch.

Bitch.

I am angry. I'm furious. I am full of pent-up rage and I want to lash out. I want to rip something apart. Sarah do this. Sarah do that. Sarah, everything will work if you just....if you would only....

Sarah, what the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?

Sarah would like to take this opportunity to tell everyone to leave her the fuck alone and let her do what she wants to do and stop trying to make her be what you want her to be. Last night I made new friends and my old one said "well, now that you have your black friends...." Really? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I have to choose my friends not only along financial lines (can't be too poor - we have an image to uphold) but now along racial lines as well??? I can't do that. I WON'T do that. She was beautiful and she was nice and we laughed and she's my new friend. I don't give a fuck what color her skin is. My hair is just as curly (we compared). Okay, she has a nicer ass but whatever. I have bigger boobs.

Yeah, I'm angry. I'm tired of being screamed at. I'm tired of never being good enough. I'm tired of being judged for every single choice I make (yeah, I ate three tortilla chips and they're not on my diet.....FUCK you). And I'm very, very tired of being ignored. All that makes me want to do is yell louder. Go bigger. Scream. Throw things. Stomp my feet and throw a giant, princess sized tantrum.

Hey, Chris Moses! Yeah, you! What the fuck are you doing with your life? Are you serious? What has happened to you? You were my friend once. Now the best way you can figure out how to manage me, your mistake, is to just ignore me? Weak.

I'm pretty damn sick of being everyone's mistake. FUCK.