oscars.

i wake up in the morning because time tells me to.

recent epiphany:
 i can not be faulted for my conflicting personalities, sometimes attitude, and blunt remarks. i am an artist. such is true. and thus, i am what i am. and will one day be magnificent.
and when that day comes, when i stroll along the red carpet with my specially made jimmy choos to fit my size 10.5 foot, and as the train of my oscar de la renta floats just barely above the carpet, i shall smirk, and chuckle to myself all the way to my seat, and then all the way to the stage where i shall get up among millions of people, itching to hear me say something intelligent, and thank, not my mother, not my sisters, not my father, nor my dear brother, but right after the Lord, i shall thank those who ruined their chances of having a lasting friendship with such a beautiful enigma as myself.  i shall thank those who said i was a bitch, mean, had an attitude, and those who only believed i was glitter, not glue. for all those who doubted me , hate me,  and ever attempted to hurt me, THIS IS FOR YOU.