I’ll be so good. You’ll beg to stay in my life. 

You should be proud. But you don’t. 

You just say the shits you want without thinking. 

Am I too sensitive or you just hate me so much because you’re envy and you’re too ignorant to realize?

In this edge, this december, the end of 2020, I have a strong will. To be the best person I can be. To be the strongest and independent woman. To be the most beautiful and loving wife. To be everything you failed to be. Because that will make you even more envier. 

You can’t make me become you. A failure. 

After this, I’ll make sure I won’t be needing you no more.

You’ll see. You’ll wonder why I succeed and you just stay there in the dark nasty place, gossiping other people’s life who’s way better than you are because that’s only what you’re good at. 

I won’t become like you. 

I am not you. 

So come and try again to bring me down.

Because I won’t go down with you.

You’ll always be the person who look up to me. 

Instead of being proud of my achievements, you just keep talking shits about me and other people. 

I won’t let you ruin my life like you did to yours. 

You can suck on your miserable life. 

Support me or you can always leave me alone.