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To be a Bitch.

I should have been raised a controlling bitch.

I have to say, I resent my parents tremendously for bring me up right. Had they been absent or wily, at this point in my life, I would have extorted countless men and probably more than a few women.

Mom and Dad. What the hell. Why didn't you sell me out to the media or put me in pageants? Why didn't you force me to force myself on others, wealthy others, in order to take advantage of their suffocating manners?

Because I'm pretty enough and I'm not using it to my proper advantage. I've been hardwired to think and it's a pity, because pretty girls shouldn't have to do anything.

Men don't want a Nice Girl, just like nice girls don't want a Good man.

Christ, I should have tried to sabotage and stalk you, blackmail you and cause a frightful scene.

Because you never appreciated my reservation; I hope you find yourself in the clutches of a beautiful psychopath.

And then, maybe one day in your padded cell, you'll think of me and regret will wash over your urine-stained robes. I don't expect any tears; you'll have probably mistaken me for a dream.


  1. I appreciate your reservation. And classy men do to, cause we know all those hoes/bitches arent a challenge.

  2. Classy men are hard to find. I'd settle for a brute but I don't have enough money/the right doctor to afford the drug habit I need to lower my standards.


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