Bitch Bootcamp: Week THREE

The Art of Affirmation

It’s time to quit stroking the ego of every loser you know by trying to validate their existence. Instead, start agreeing with them when they say they’re no good… because they are. They say they look fat? Agree – maybe even ask how they managed to fit their ass in those jeans. Their life is pathetic and going nowhere? Sucks to be them – share that you don’t even know how they go on.

Since when was it your job to listen to the woes of every Joe Shmoe?

I dare you to grow a set and give it a shot. You’ll thank me later when you free up hours of your time for other pursuits – like perfecting your bird-flying skills.

Stay tuned for Week FOUR: I’m not your mother, fucker

Dear Nobody…

i can’t imagine my life with out you as my ally…the only one that understands me and my fucked up view on life. one of the days i wish you answered me…sometimes i feel clear of danger and go on about my existence but some how you manage to pull me back in…i feel like a pillow is trashed upon my face as you hold me down…take my breath and take my life…then once again its clear air comes back into my lungs and its gone, that need, that feeling. i feel stupid for having pretend strength…a facade i put on for daliy life every morning like makeup…i wonder do you do the same? what does it matter though!!!!!honestly! i feel like an ass!!!!!!!!!!! here i go again obsessing over, nothing…absolutly nothing…and i know this but yet i cant stop…like a crack head searching for a fix…daydreaming away… envisioning life as it should be…i block things out but remember everything…why do i hold grudges on everyone even people ive never met…but i block out things that i should never ever forget about you…