The sucky truth
The bitch I am…

The truth?

I’ve got serious issues with people and the fear of loosing them…oh yeah…some people like to call it jealousy. I’m a very jealous person. I’ve got territorial issues. I put my claim on people. And when I do, well I don’t exactly like sharing them, I don’t tell off course, but I don’t like it…

I’m not as not fat as I may seem sometimes. Though some of you may know why I look less fat then I am, some of you don’t. And while I’m not going to give away my secret, you can all rest assured that I front being less fat then I am. Simply because I take measures.

I look into a mirror at least 25 times a day, even though I always pretend other people who do the same are insecure people who need to get help. I’m no better then them. I look into the mirror being put off by my stomach and trying to convince myself that I don’t look that fat if I stand like this…or like this. Or maybe if I hold my stomach in this way…Yeah I can go to the beach If I just don’t breath the entire time…

I hate it when people say that they know me, because the truth is, THEY DON’T.
And that fact pisses me off, but it’s not their fault. It’s my fault…I refuse to let them see all I know about me because I don’t like her. That is, the person I am… And the thing is, those people who claim to know me, probably know me as well as they ever will , because the rest of me is a secret. To them…as well as to me. Because I don’t want to know her, because I don’t like her. So I don’t want to get to know her.

So there. That’s the truth.. at least part of it. I’m a jealous, fronting, lying Bitch. That’s who I am. I’m not just those things, because I’m also adorable, but that’s who I am.

It’s a game of hide and seek, but I can only seem to find the people I want to find