brandi?

I have no idea why I've been letting people get the best of me.
There are so many things that I should be worrying about
and taking care of and I'm getting distracted by peoples'
opinions of me. People who don't even fucking know me.
People who I truly don't give a fuck about, are starting to get
to me. That's how I know, this is just going to far.
This is an intervention for myself.

I need to be secure with the facts. I know the facts about Brandi,
because I'm living the life. You niggas who think you know so
much about me are mistaken. I am so very flattered that you
are so occupied with your thoughts and assumptions about me.
You even mention me to people who don't even know me.
That is motherfucking pathetic.

If you hate me that much, or whatever your feelings about me are
move on to someone new, damn. Get off my chest, so I can breathe.
I have more things to worry about than when you're going to talk
about me again or when I'm not going to please someone, and
basically point blank, from this day forth, Monday, October 8th,
I can no longer waste my time with bullshit.

Bullshit being a general term for anything that just is not worth
my time. If you see a change in me, You're finally seeing the real me.
The Brandi that cares about Brandi more than anything else,
that doesn't give a fuck about Tom, Dick or Harry, still have
time to be sweet and caring, but only to those who reciprocate
that feeling. You don't fit into my new mentality or I've
"changed" too much for you?

ask me if i care.
eh, not even in the slightest bit.