This

This year be the dirty thirty.

I’m not a red flag. I’m the final boss.

I know you’re obsessed with me. You just call it ‘confusion’ so your ego survives.

Does your girlfriend know you stalk my profile all night after you said goodnight to her?

I don’t date casually. I inspire devotion. I want the kind of love that feels dangerous. Protective to the point of territorial. Loyal to the point of obsession. Not because I’m fragile, but because I’m rare. Possessive and constantly craving my attention.

Refresh my page again. Maybe this time I’ll notice you.

Pray I stay entertained. The moment I’m bored, you’re irrelevant.

Vodka, Boobs and Sex. I’m not complaining.

Girl, he's got seven other women making him smile. Be special and make him cry instead.

If he texts you “Good night” just reply with "she's sleeping bruh" and switch off your phone.

I'm a menace first and a woman second.