Everyone keeps wanting me to change for them. Nobody wants me to keep doing me. No one says “Just be you Britt! Because I like that you.” Everyone says to go back to the old me, they miss the old me. What happened to the old me? I’ll tell ya.
Shit happens, okay? Shit happens, life gets in the way and I’m succumbed by things that aren’t in my control. I’m just trying to stay a float. Forgive me if I don’t give you your daily dose of what-the-fuck-have-you. I’m working and trying to keep up on my own things. I don’t have the energy to go throw you a fuckin parade every time you take a shit and wipe your own ass. I don’t have time to go and see everyone. I don’t have the desire to tell you what you already know about how to solve your problems.
To be frank, I don’t give two shits what is going on in your bubble. You’re little fish bowl of a life is minuet on my scale. My priorities are much larger. I have bigger fish to fry and I don’t have time for anything else.
I don’t have time to eat. I don’t have time to sleep. I don’t have time for my boyfriend. I don’t have time for my dog. I don’t have time for my family. I don’t have time for friends. I don’t have time for your bull shit.
Leave me alone.