7 October 2012
I feel like a broken record, every few months some lonely girl tells the same story, cuz they wanna play a role in my life that they aren't fit 2 play. I brush it off & keep moving. Chalk it up 2 over zealous groupies that come with this life. They're always quik 2 state " I'm not a groupie this or I'm not that" but whatever they wanna call it...that's wat it is...sometimes I find it hilarious. Especially when I knw their boyfriends or husbands or the like, I'm more like y don't u go home 2 the man that actually wants u? But he is not me & I am not him, so they continue. I know I have 2 have the most ridiculous complaints on earth..."woe is me, I don't wanna fuck random bitches" or " damn it too many chics think I'm hot" don't get me wrong attention is flattering, but I'd much rather u cop my cd & some merch ...shit we cld b cool even, just know that certain lines will not b crossed. I'm good on all that. But the more fame I acquire...the worse I see it becoming
Fame Monster Pt 1 • Opuss № I