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February 8, 2011
There's something awfully empowering about being a bitch. About not giving a shit. About finally telling people off for their faults and then walking away with a smug little swagger.

Everyone must hate me. Hell, I hate me too. It's nauseating to watch myself be so hateful and mean to people I love.

But will I stop? Nah. This was a terrible and gradual process--the transformation from sweet to bitter.

"You shouldn't let people walk all over you like that." they told me, and so I don't anymore.

I miss me.

I am bitch, hear me roar.