I'm Heartless because I don't display my heart on my sleeve. When I get hurt, I don't run around showing everyone my disgusting wounds; I'm the first to say, "Eww!" rather than, "Aww" when people display theirs. Don't pick at it until it festers and then come running to me to cry and whine about how much it hurts. Apply a little alcohol, slap the bandage on, and get the fuck on with your life. I refuse to sit through anyone's lame-ass narratives on the who, what, where and when. Grow up and move on already.

When I say something that goes against the grain, I'm branded a Bitch. When I call somebody on their own bullshit, I'm branded a Bitch. I think, therefore I am a Bitch. I won't say I don't give a fuck: I do. I revel in it. I can dish it out and I can take it, and I'm more than willing to admit when I'm mistaken. These are some of the things that make for an outstanding Heartless Bitch. If nobody's calling me a Bitch, I'm know I'm doing something wrong.

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