Rant.
I find it funny how the people who know the least about me, think they have me all figured out. Nobody knows me better than I know myself. Not my boyfriend, not my closest friends, or even my family. Nobody knows what goes on inmy head, my goals, my ethics, or my morals. I know who I am, and what I’m capable of. I see my potential. I don’t need stupid bitches who spend all there time smoking weed to like me.





