I am not actually Heartless, I just learned to listen to my instinct and my senses instead of the mushy mushy beating machine when it comes to trouble.

I once was in a relationship, that was abusive. You see, I was a doormat. And then he cheated. And for some reason, though I was a sobbing frightful mess at the time, I didn't roll over. I broke up. I broke into his computer. I informed his mistress, I deleted his sex ads. I changed his password. And I listened to him sob and cry and being his manipulative self when he tried to get said password back.

And I did. Because I realized then what he was and what I had been turning into: a whiny person who blames everybody but themselves. (Besides, you can only listen to high pitched sobs for so long.) After a long time of figuring out why I had let this happen, I came to realize who I am and, just as important, who I am not: somebody who accepts bullshit. Never again.

So, give me my damn membership card. Pretty please.

Country: Germany

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