In love with my dress from Kitten D’Amour
I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me.
I don’t want or need anyone’s validation or approval.
I don’t compare myself to other people.
I only control my actions, the rest doesn’t matter.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me.
I am internally validated, my self-esteem is impregnable.
I am a woman of authentic self-esteem.
I am no better than anyone else.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me.
I know others thoughts only affect themselves.
I only see the world through my eyes, the rest is irrelevant.
I’m the coolest mother fucker on the planet.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me.
Cassie, you write about how you have been raped, so on, so fourth but yet, constantly all you right about is sex. Everything is about sex, giving head. Yeah you have said so many times how you are open about these kind of things thats just you... people who have been raped dont sleep around or come across as a slut like you do, just sayin.. wheres your self respect? dignity?
AnonymousWhy is this anon? If you feel this way WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE ARE YOU IN MY LIFE? I don’t care who you are, how long I’ve known you etc…remove yourself from my life. My Facebook. Whatever. I don’t need this anon crap from ‘friends’. Just say it to my face or gtfo dude. Have some balls and man the absolute fuck up. I’m sick of ignorant ass minds.
First of all, I’m a sex addict. It’s a legit problem. I have counselling for it. Also, I have dignity and self respect, but when you have a weak mental state and go through the amount of shit I have it tends to crumble and shatter. I can’t even remember the last time I spoke about rape anyway, unless someone brings that shit up. If you think Im a slut you’re also a fucking idiot and I would love you to remove yourself from my Facebook. I dont sleep around. Quite the opposite. I’m extremely open about sex, I worked in an adult store, I’ve had to talk about it with no holding back since I was 12, so I guess that necessary honesty has transcended into my entire life.
All I know is sex. It’s what I grew up with as a kid and what I was used for as a teenager and adult. Only thing men had wanted from me was sex. I have severe issues I’m attempting to work through with a psychologist about it. Apparently I see myself as an object and I attempt to ‘fuck the pain away’, so to speak. (Also I don’t ‘sleep around’. I fuck a lot but did you ever think it was with the same person not 823781 different people?)
Make of that what you will. I can be bothered explaining anymore. It’s too much to write to an anon.
- ALSO people who are rapes or abused or assaulted, some definitely not all, do actually ‘sleep around’. It’s an EXTREMELY common reaction to it. Whether it’s for a few days or weeks or years, whether it’s right after the event of years later, it alters a persons mind completely, and sex is seen as the answer to some, so your statement is complete bullshit, buddy.
