i'm ok. really

"yes i'm here just leave me and my parents alone.
i just can't bring myself to love you anymorei loved you, yes past tense, like no one before.
after what you did to yourself.
lets move on, with our lives
i don't want to be your excuse for a happily ever after story.
curse me, hate whatever, theres nothing i can do if you decide not to think
enough of this nonsence, start from getting your company right and start
treating yourself with respect.
liberal my foot."

They gave me an offer i couldn't refuse.
But i've decided against it. With respect to someone.
Because he doesn't like it.
It's like keeping my hair long, i find it a pain but he wants me to keep it.
So yeah there you go. I still have my shoulder length tresses.

Why is a cruel word. I cannot ask why you cannot love me -- because its just not right because i'm all grown up to know people change.

I have moved on. And you can't be my excuse for a happy ending.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Fucking prince charming.
Trash like that comes a dime a dozen.

Yes. FUCK YOU.

There's nothing wrong with my company. Don't blame me for the fact the world is full or assholes like you.

And i have plenty of self respect.
I dare to say no to sex with someone i don't love
I dare to ask a guy out without the fear of rejection
I dare to face my responsibilites as dutiful sister, girlfriend, niece and daughter
I can work myself
I earn for myself
I dream to earn my first million before i hit 30

What have YOU done?

Today they took Snickers away. It not only rained, it poured. And i'm left with four walls and my lappy.