Photographs

I f*cking hate to take pictures.

Somewhere between ages 18 and 19 all the cameras in the world said "we gon f*ck this girl up." Very few pictures taken of me after my 19th birthday do I find flattering. The worst part is I hang around picture happy bishes that have Tourette's syndrome with their effing camera phones. Any random event that occurs is a photo op for these skeezers and its freaking annoying.

For instance the birthday dinner that my friend planned for me was very sweet and I enjoyed every minute of it. Except for the pictures! The fake smile plastered on my face is now plastered all over Facebook. Which means I have been tagged in these awful arse pictures for the f*cking world to gawk at.

My friends, as lovely and kind hearted as they are, simply don't understand that I don't care if they think the pictures are cute, I don't care if the entire world thinks that the pictures are top model status, I hate them and that reason alone should be enough for them to stop forcing a camera in my face everytime I f*cking turn around. In my opinion the camera does not love me, that bish hates my f*cking guts and is out to get me. I aint never ran from a nigga but I will sprint right past a camera everytime.

I realize that I am overreacting yes it is that time of the month and that my friends just want to capture our times together on film seeing as though any of us can kick the bucket at any given time, but sh!t, damn, motherf*cker I think I have a personality that will remain even in the case of my demise, I mean really we don't know for sure what Jesus looked like but we're all still talking about him. Same thing for me, I don't walk on water or anything but I do tell a mean Knock Knock joke so we're basically two peas in a pod.

I am a genius behind a camera not in front of it, I'm part native American anyway the camera steals a piece of my soul everytime someone gets a snap shot. You see what these heffas are doing to me? They're stealing my f*cking soul.

Tramps.

*Fun facts about this post*
The word f*ck was used 6 times.
I'm pretty sure I misspelled Tourette's.
I'm not part Native American.