Tara
Well first of all, I don't need a kickass roommate/boyfriend to make me a Heartless Bitch. I also don't think I need to write 3 or 4 pages about a wimpering puppy boyfriend or how me and a girlfriend went out and poured sugar in the gas tank of some jerks car just because he broke up with me. Now, let's get down to the finer points of being a Heartless Bitch.
Do you really think I am going to kick your ass because I see you with my ex-boyfriend, just remember that there is a damn good reason he's my EX.
You're hungry? Sure, there's a ton of leftovers in the fridge, help yourself. Oh I see, you wanted someone to make it for you. Sure, no problem. Here's the phone. I want an extra Spring Roll with mine.
You want to know the truth? I am a Heartless Bitch because I deserve the right to be. I am not an enigma to be studied. I am not a princess to be worshipped. I refuse to attend your pity party. I am who I am and where I am for one reason. I chose to be here, and I choose to be me.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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