I’ve had it.
I’ve had enough of taking one fourth of what I deserve.
This perpetually unhappy life.
I’m fucking through with it.
This time, I’m going to be selfish.
This time I spread my time and pay attention to things that make me happy.
Call it privilege.
Call it being a brat.
Call it being selfish.
But for once in my sorry, misbeggoten life, I deserve to be selfish.
I was born in to this.
I’m supposed to have noblesse oblige.
But sometimes you have to take care of yourself.
This is an ode to selfishness.
I’ve been a fricking ball of sunshine to everyone.
And it’s exhausting.
I deserve to be just a mountain breeze.
I deserve to be the roar of the surf in a storm.
I deserve to be an unchecked fire.
I’m through living my life at 25 percent.
I want to see life when I take it whole, unfiltered, and with only me to be the judge of what I deserve to have.
I deserve to be selfish.