HEY BITCHES.

I'm prissy, high-maintenance, and feminine, but not entirely superficial and materialistic.
I'm intensely introverted and painfully private.
I'm a difficult person to get to know, but I prefer it that way.
I'm easily irritated by the bullshit that comes along with most people.
I'm not a "nice" person. I say what I think, and it's usually not what you want to hear.
I'm pampered, but I'm not "spoiled."
I can't tolerate neediness, clinginess, or dependence.
I live for knowledge. I'm intellectual and likely perceived as a bit pretentious because of it.
I carry myself like I'm the shit.
I'm not stuck-up, but I am cautious about whom I let into my life.
My trust is nearly impossible to gain in full, but I am fiercely loyal to those who possess it.
I expect a lot of myself and of others.
I'm hopelessly romantic yet fully aware that the ideals I seek are probably not humanly possible to achieve. I try anyway.
I'm easily bored and rarely satisfied.
I fear settling down and the thought of long-term commitment, yet I don't view a relationship without the capacity for longevity as being worth my time or sacrifice.
My mood can change with the blink of an eye, and sometimes I argue just for the sake of arguing.
I seek a life of challenge, not ease.
I know what I'm searching for, but I'm not certain that it can be found.
There is more to me than I've let you see

Allow me to introduce myself...
...due to my lovely reputation...
...you can call me Miss. Controversy...

I suffer from a sever case of egomania.

I have no cure. And I like it this way.

I'm not a cancer... more like a venom.

The mere fact that I can piss you off

...gets me off...

This contest that we're all in is based on looks...

fuck personality.

Everyone is a fraud.

You love to hate me...

...and it's ok

i don't blame you....

you lack my genetics.

People hate me…
Even though, I don’t hate them.
I have better things to do with my energy…
Like buy shoes or something.

But don’t get me wrong,
If a particular bitch or two died from cervical cancer tomorrow,
the last thing I would need is a tissue.
Over all…
You hate me…it’s a compliment.

Don’t judge me for what I have,
And I won’t judge you for what you lack.
Everything I have has been earned one way or another.
We choose the life we have, and what we possess in it,
From our driveways…to our closets.
If your family decided not to work…
Work harder.
Don’t hate me because mine worked hard enough…