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RESPECT

Soo...This year I have decided to give respect only to the people who respect me and to the people who deserve that genuinely...

all these days I have been giving respect to people irrespective of their behavior towards me and my parents and the people I love.

I decided to not tolerate any more disrespect from anyone... I'm never stopping myself from keeping them in their place...as always I will be giving my damn opinion right on their faces.

coz I'm enough hurt by people and what hurts me the most is the people hurting me who don't even deserve to take that respect from me...

everything that I  do comes straight from my heart...I don't fake anything, even if I fake it, it comes straight out of my heart and you can literally see that in my face.

It is me being exhausted and frustrated dealing with disgusting people and especially people who bitch behind my back.

and I tell you, people! no matter who you are...no matter who you are and what you do...no matter what is your financial status or what age you are...don't tolerate any kind of disrespect from anyone whoever they are, except your parents and closest people even with them maintain your boundaries...

I don't know what even a few people think of themselves...no matter what they are to themselves or to the people around, remember! they don't have any right to disrespect you.

self-respect and self-love are as important as oxygen to a living soul.


                                                                                                                          -Mystery girl





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