Where shall I begin?

All my life people have referred to me as a Heartless Bitch. Honestly, I come from a long line of Heartless Bitches. My mother is absolutely wicked and my sister is the epitome of a southern Bitch. I am not defined by my family, however. Personally I think my current standing has a lot to do with my healthy libido, knack for telling the brutal truth (No, those pants don't make your ass look fat, it's the cake you ate for breakfast. Yes, he's only sleeping with you because you are easy. No, I won't sleep with you. Yes, your car is a piece of shit. No, your dick isn't the biggest I've had.. )as well as the fact that I'm fiercely attractive. I also tend to socialize with women that are Heartless Bitches, as well. I'm not a victim, I'm a survivor. I'm intelligent, well spoken and witty as all hell. I'm the kind of girl most lily-white chicks hate when they meet me, as well as the kind of girl that the secretly self-conscious girls hate after they get to know me. It is common knowledge that Men and butch lesbians love me. I fix my own car, spend my own money and live my own life.

Country: United States of America

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