All of your imaginery bullshit

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Ohhh

I'm such a bad girl. Aren't I kiddies?

Anyways I dunno. You know when you wanna be ace? Like your like to yourself.

I love my fucking novel because it's epic!
Yeah that's me. But oh lordy I guess that doesn't cut it does it?
Sorry. It's like. I lose people for their bullshit.
Well I'll give you a big fuck you.
I can not be "replaced" by whatever motherfucker you draw up out of your arse.

There. Gah. I know I know. I'll get a shit load of things attacking me.
Well I'm tired.
I'm tried of writing.
Of just writing.

I've yearned to write for myself but I can't because i'm a FAILURE.
I AM A FAILURE.

I'm not that snarky little indie kid story with all these amazing shit.
Fuck that. I'm not that little one liner little with shit loads of paragraphs that make your spinal cords explode like your little minds with my thoughts.

Well a big fuck you to writing.

Fuck you to begin "the best". Because everything that comes out of my pyshotic brain is.

SHIT. IT'S FUCKING SHIT.
IT'S BLOODY FAILURE.

I WON'T MAKE IT IN YOUR NEXT HIGH HONOUR WRITER'S CLASS.
I WON'T BE YOUR LITTLE BITCH FACE.
I WON'T BE FUCKING ANYTHING.

Shut your damn face.