I wish they were as happy as they say they are.
Or at least that their life has more meaning than reading my blog back to 2001. Repeatedly. Who needs stats when there are tweets?
But they sure do want me to die alone. Or at least miserable. Which they think is the same thing.
They are more Michelle Carter than Beyonce Carter. I don’t need to take that from anyone.
I love the girl in the mirror. I don’t owe anyone else anything. Except maybe a lesson in reading comprehension. And copyright.
Seed ya later.
