The thing is that, some days you just feel like crap. No matter what compliment of sort you may get from others. Appearance. Accomplishments. It makes you question your self-worth, your value. It’s really easy to say that it’s nothing more than a state of the mind. The truth and reality is far from that. I wish I could be all heck-care bochup (which I really want to but seem to have difficulty with), but I can’t. So I’m gonna be throwing my lil’ mini hissy fits and tantrums and scowl and be a bitch and all that. Because till I find a better way of dealing with it, mental viciousness doesn’t quite cut it.
Not when the target of your utmost hatred (maybe not hatred, but the sheer bimbo-ness they display just makes you want to grab them by their hair and bang their head on the table. repeatedly) decides to be cocky/haughty and you’re forced to put up a smile because really, there are better things to do than to feed the ego of the undeserved.
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