Watchers vs Supporters

This post is dedicated to everyone out there who reads this and feels called out as a watcher. This one’s for you, bitches.

There’s a difference when it comes to people who truly support you and are in your life because they want to be a part of it, and the one’s you find peering at every little thing you do without a lick of support or encouragement. The latter people are not your friends. They act like it but only do so because they’re so invested and jealous of your life, they can’t take their eyes away yet can’t stand to be happy for you either. It's worse than haters. At least they have the decency to be honest about how they feel instead of two-faced cunts.

I may have thousands in my audience, but only a small few are clapping because they’re truly happy for me.

People wish on my downfall. Say what you want as me trying to paint myself the main character but how else would I after 25 years of constantly being in the spotlight. Whether it be my mother’s friends stalking my page and blog to see if I talk any shit about her, or distant family members from Facebook who are on their nightly stalk of the Vicknair family since we were the first ones to crawl out of poverty and NOT get pregnant and married by the age of 25, to simply the friends from middle school who claim to be my best friend yet haven’t supported my business once even though she makes well over 100k a year. You know who you are.

Imagine how it feels to have complete strangers support you 100% before your inner circle even shows you 1%.

I can’t even imagine what it's like to feel so unhappy about your life that you have to wish the downfall on those around you. Misery loves company but damn bitch don’t you have enough fucked up friends. I have been burning bridges left and right to find my right people and thank fuck I finally did. Lo if you’re reading this I LOVE YOU. Bob, Hasse, and Bri, I LOVE YOU. Thank you for supporting me through every version of me you’ve been blessed to be a part of. I’m blessed to be part of yours. The rest of ya, keep watching fuckers you haven’t seen my best yet. ◡̈

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