First commandment when you’re in a relationship with me:
1. Thou shall not mess with The Bitch Goddess
Strawberry ice cream and other guilty pleasures aside, whenever somebody disappoints me and I end up hurting, I become a walking disaster. I end up doing evil, cruel, unthought-of things, and I do them secretly.
I feel remorse after a while, though. And I hate myself for that. Why should I be remorseful? I got hurt in the first place.
I just wish I had a personal butler that would remind me of my mantra that I used to preach to my girls:
Never allow anyone to hurt you without your permission.
Anyone up for it? I seriously need a loudspeaker on my ear.
…i am too much like you to be any use as an enforcer of mantras…i would mostly likely cheer you on in the vengeance department.
hear, hear.
i wish i have the same courage as you do.