Then it hit me.Haven't drunk in a while. Because first, I don't feel like it, second, I'm so bad with hang overs. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.
Not that I am asked to explain myself why.
The past few days have really been utterly cruel. And by that, I mean literally. It was with exhaustion that the past week came by me.
I darn hoped I was sipping on some vodka. Or something that would hit me that hard I could spill on my emotions and cry to death.
I couldn't be exaggerating. I feel some slight pinch in the muscle. Wee frown building up. Yes, that could be the most painful moment yet, out staging the C-section I went through a couple of months back.
It's overly amazing how some people find their way real easy on me, being the difficult person that I am. And it's real disgusting how some force themselves on me, their issues, just for the heck of it.
I was often told about me being so particular; about things and people I share myself with. And I find nothing wrong with that, don't get me wrong. I am mistook for being some other person than I'm not.
The thing is, that's not my problem anymore.
And I couldn't give a damn to try and make people like me. It's either you love me or hate me, nothing in between.
See, mediocrity's not a welcome idea.
I can come right into your face and give you the crispest words, yet I can be the be the most engaging person there is.
Maybe it will take a while for some to get a good read of me. Or the idea of me being good simply suck them out, they could quit now.
Oh, poor them.
I still think knowing me is pretty awesome.
I'm everything enticing rolled into one.
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