Ok i will keep this in a classy way since i am classy irl
Dear doodyful idk what happened to you. You were someone who was loved, adored and supported by everyone. Do you remember when i was a noob, i was trying to be close friend with u. Because ur attitude and talks and everything of u were nice, kind and adorable.
Now... i look at you. You r trying to be friends with electraviv, RNB, Danielkennedy, and a lot of digusting people like them and people who always GET A SHOP...
Really ? The pixels are really important for u?
i really wonder that if u have any irl friends or not?
You were someone that when u joined Stars, you were the fav and nobody could beat you. Now look at you. Even Gagaluv beats u in Stars (gagaluv no offense)
You always try to make people feel WORSE, like u are the king of the tengaged and everyone is slave for u.. WAKE UP. No one likes you. People around you are friends with u because of these pixel designs...
And btw PLEASE keep calling me idiot, FAT or UGLY... Your opinios are really important for me....
I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, the memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of doodyful events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in DiamondsArentForever talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiviness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obssesion for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzlez and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.
Ok i will keep this in a classy way since i am classy irl