I wanted to be a bad girl. The kind of girl that shrugs if a guy doesn’t call back. In fact, she’s the one who forgot to call. She’s the one who ghosted and had another chico on standby because he was “just another n*** on the hit list.” And didn’t she tell you that she was a savage?
Yea, that kind of girl. A girl like Riri. That is who I longed to be. Cause it’s easier when you’re the one calling all the shots in a relationship.
If I were bad like Riri, I would have dismissed fulano de tal for not treating me like a Queen. If I were bad like Riri, I would have grinded my 20’s away and enjoyed being single, instead of sweating this guy and that guy and repeatedly mending my broken heart. If I were as bad as Riri, I wouldn’t give a fuck, fuck a dude, and be like, “Don’t call me!”
Now, get yo ass out my place. Cause I DON’T TO CUDDLE!
But, that’s not me, you guys! I’m the good girl that falls hard and is loyal to a fault. I’m the good girl that wants to be loved and desired, and if she isn’t, she falls to pieces. I’m the good girl that cries when a man she digs disappears like Casper the Ghost. Do you know how many pillows I’ve stained with my mascara? As many blunts as Riri has smoked. So imaginate!
Yea, I want to be bad. My cousin, Yari, says it isn’t too late for me. I can retrain my mind, heart, and soul and be as bad as Rihanna.
Can I? Is it possible to change from mushy and cuddly AF to I don’t give a fuck?
Should I pretend to be bad and play games in my relationship? Should you? I dish on this, what I really think about natural flirts (skanks! Jk, jk, jk) and more on episode 62 of Love Sujeiry: Talk Served Raw.