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I'm a "Heartless Bitch". I do what I feel like doing, and relentlessly follow my own dreams. This doesn't mean I trample all over the lives of others; to the contrary, I do my best to be polite and kind to everyone I meet, and I'm honorable and loyal to my friends. I just don't tolerate bullshit, mine or anyone else's. Nothing infuriates me more than being treated like an airheaded little dolly - the "Awww, it's so cute when it's full of rage!" reaction is OLD. At the moment, I take tae kwon do and exercise on my own at least three days a week; as a decent human being, I don't beat people up, but I can come to a perfect stop a centimeter away from your face. With my bitch boots. Who's cute now, jackass?
I'm in the process of writing my third novel; it's going to be the first thing I send off to get published, so, fingers crossed. My life dream is to become a writer as well-known and beloved as the Bard - it's best to set your sights high, right? I'm also steadily becoming fluent and literate in Japanese; after that, I plan to tackle Chinese. (Meanwhile, my Latin could use some work...) I sew, I cook, I clean, I chop down trees with my hatchet; I'm really fond of picking up obsolete skills, so I've even taken a course in glassblowing. My misshapen vases sit quite proudly on my mother's bookshelves.
I've had a lot of tough shit happen in my life. The most recent disaster occured two years ago, when I was sixteen; my beloved father had a six-hour heart attack and died on the operating table, having been perfectly healthy the day before. I was on antidepressants at the time; just a month ago I finally finished therapy and got off my meds. I've grown up a hell of a lot; even through the toughest of times, I've kept my chin up and kept struggling forwards. I'm now healthy, strong, and confident that I can take whatever life throws at me.
Teenage drama bores the shit out of me, and I'm not interested in dating at the moment. Life's too damn short for bullshit, and I don't tolerate it, so my friends are more in quality than they are in quantity. Great news, right? Now I can become an even scarier bitch as I focus on writing, martial arts, and Zen Buddhism. I'm absolutely fearless when it comes to stating my mind and asserting myself as a person. Passive-aggressive jackasses have done the whole "I've heard that *other* people think you're maybe kind of a complete bitch" schtick, and I've happily responded that these mysterious "other people" can bring their problems - should they have any - directly to me. Honestly, if you can't be arsed to be honest and forthright with how you feel, then I have no obligation to drag it out of you.
To sum up, I'm driven and strange and I always have been, and for some reason people think I'm a cold, cruel, heartless bitch for not playing along with their oedipal mothering fantasies. Tough for them, eh?
Country: United States
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