I'm a Heartless Bitch because...

I demand that other people own their shit. Wipe it, flush it, swallow it, do what you need to do with it, but don't expect me to deal with it. I reserve that service for puppies and babies and even then it's a limited time offer.

I'm done making other people happy. Why the hell would anyone strive to attain the same value in someone's life as a good orgasm, a good meal, or a good nap? I expect people around me to masturbate, cook for themselves, and go lie down when they're cranky, all without prompting from me. I've got better things to do with my time, like be a real person.

Very little makes me happier than meeting someone who genuinely knows more than I do about life. I expect the same from everyone else and therefore most people should be thrilled to meet me.

I have a convenient one-step program to help heal everyone who has ever had a problem with me:

1. Get over it.

Country: Canada

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