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Yes, yes and YES! Amen to the Heartless Manifesto. Someone sent me to this site as a joke. "This is you." And I think it is. After reading what true-blue HBI members have to say about needy men and, when it comes down to it, being just plain true to yourself, it felt like I was coming home. If these people represent what being a Heartless Bitch is, then next time Mr. Nice Guy calls me that, I'll be so proud I'll THANK him. (Then send him and his emotional baggage packing.)
Some people also say I'm too picky, or too blunt or frank. I don't think of myself as an aggressive ball-breaker, but some time ago I was just so tired of being so damn nice to people, no matter how hard I wanted to smack them or shake some sense into them, that so as not to hurt their feelings, I stamped down on my own.
Hah! No more of that. Better to be called a Heartless Bitch (among other names) than a doormat. Better they see me crossing my arms, shaking my head, tapping my 4-inch leather pumps, "Nuh-uh, I'm not taking any more of this" than they see a fake smile on my face and a yellow streak down my back. ("Go on. I yawn when I'm interested.")
I know when I've had enough and I'm not afraid to say it. If that makes me a "mean girl", fine.
Right now, by the way, I'm working on getting my parents to stop calling my sister their "little princess"...
Country: Philippines
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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