Katt
Behind these soft brown eyes and near-non-existent smile is a
Heartless Bitch. It makes me laugh how much that confuses guys.
Don't get me wrong. I am a man-lover. The right set of abs matched with
some pretty eyes and a lovely personality are awesome. But it's the guys whose
mothers have been telling them since they were in diapers that "you are such a
little prince" and "all the girls are going to love you" that really frost me.
If I don't drool and fall all over them, then I must be a dirty dyke of course!
The logic is unmistakable. A strong-willed girl who gets better grade, has a
higher IQ, and doesn't think that every guy is the salt of the earth must be a
closeted lesbian, right?
Oh, but I have equal-opportunity hate. I hate many kinds of women, but the
ghetto Bitches than walk around wearing more jewelry than clothes, talking a
different kind of English, getting pregnant at 13, and talking about nothing but
their 'boo' really piss me off. Normally I hate stereotypes, but I look at them
and see nothing by a black hole of self esteem.
Opinionated is the word of my life. It gets me into so much trouble. My
mother is always telling me to be less open, but I see my brutal frankness as a
gift. People come to me when they want it told like it is. My friends are some
of the best people ever. Loyalty, summed up into two people. They both fell in
love with my Heartlessness, and my capacity to have a heart when its needed.
I'll admit, I'm a bit of a princess, but you are just going to have to deal with
it. I guess I can't describe myself more unless I gave you an autobiography, and
the only person less interested in reading it than you, is me.
Country: Canada
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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