I once thought that I was some kind of invincible bitch, watching those basic bitches from the top of my castle. Slowly, those peasants got tired of my bullshit, opened to door to my kingdom and tried to get of me and my smug facade, that I built hard to perfect. However, once the basic villagers from the country that once was controlled by me knew was just an act and nothing else. I was stripped of my titled and kicked out of my castle. In doing so, I was made a laughing stock for all to see. Without the person I once was, I had nothing to prove or nothing to believe, because it was removed from my being. You think this would make me crawl into a cave and call it a long night sleep, but this bitch has other trick up her sleeve. Little by little, I regain who I was, but the only difference is that, I don’t have to act like my shit doesn’t shit to prove that I’m better then he or she. Knowing that inside of you and having this confidence to have people looking at you, without the stink eye attached to your back. Can be the best feeling in the world, because they just wonder “What so different about you?” You don’t have to answer just go walk away and go back where you came from, that castle that is so rightfully yours!
