| | I'm a bitch. Plain and simple. Most of the time it's not a problem, helps me go through life and not give enough of a damn to strangle every idiot and asshole I have to deal with everyday in the school halls. So I try not to be big enough of it that everyone as to deal with. So I'm more of a part time servival bitch. Unfortunatly like most roles the bitch mask blends and mixes in with other parts of my personality when I'm not paying attention.
Like when I went to see everyman, that day I had been soo pushed and stressed for whatever reason that when I got home some of the bitch mask wasn't entirely gone. So when I called her to reafirm plans latter I learned they had changed. I talked to her, and I hurt her and I didn't even fucking realize it even when I saw her again. I was more willing to believe her lie of it being allergies then to follow my gut and see if someone had done anything wrong, and even worse by monday I had forgotten.
I'm a bitch and I'm alright with that. I cant stand people hurting my friends. I hurt one, the marter, and forgot.
That makes me a hypocrite as well as a bitch. that I can't stand.
What makes it worse is that because she's the martyer she will never openly ask for me to appologise, shell take the blame which isn't even hers and swollow it like deadly poison that will some day lead to us being unable to be friends. I'll be a bitch by accident and hurt her, she won't say anything but stay so bitter that nothing will fix it. That is one of the few things that scares me.
I'll fuck up and no one will tell me.
I'm a bitch, but I can't stand it when I hurt people I give a damn about.
I just, I don't know, hope one day the marter will tell when I've skrewed her over instead of taking the blame
Insainly yours
-k |
| | Posted 11/24/2007 10:05 PM - 13 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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