Marissa Anne

I’ve made the decision to move forward. Fuck everyone who walked out of my life, kept me from succeeding, and continuously put me down. I’m done caring what happens in their lives. The charity cases are over. If you can’t pay your bills, I’m not getting another job to help you if you’re not willing to do the same. If you can’t buy your own cigarettes, too bad- budget your money better. If you don’t have gas in your car, oh well- you have two perfectly capable legs, so walk. You’re so worried about your figure anyway. I’ve done without to appease other people. I cut myself short of money to lend a helping hand. I have had what little I do own stolen in my own house and I have grown tired of trying to retrieve or replace them. I cannot physically argue anymore. And I don’t really give a fuck to anymore either. If I am a “slampig” (by the way, instead of using something I say regularly against me, come up with something with some more wit because it doesn’t hurt.) or a “welfare scumbag” (which is also hilarious since I do not receive any sort of benefits from the government), then you are a leech. You suck the life out of other people’s wallets and wardrobes so you can hoard money to benefit no one but yourself. Wave what little success you have in other people’s faces, it explains why you have lost every friend you supposedly had within a matter of a months time. Everybody will be laughing in your face later. Especially me. I’ve moving on with life with my boyfriend of 4 years and two best friends and I am not looking back.