When you’re a twenty-year-old triple platinum singer you get an image.
Except mine was all wrong. On drugs; pregnant; fucking my manager.
But I wasn’t; it was all lies. I was a good girl.
But now I’m done being the good girl, because it has gotten me nowhere.
I spent the last year in love with a guy who I was paying to fuck me.
A guy who fell in love with someone else.
But now I’m over it. Now it’s about me.
If the world thinks I’m a bad girl, then hell, that’s what I’ll be.
I’ll show them bad.
Let’s find out how promiscuous I can be.
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.