Mean Girl

I’m not a bitch.

I’m not cruel.

I’m not narcissistic.

I may be mean. But it isn’t a meanness borne out of malice or toxicity. Possibly revenge. Possibly rage. Possibly other people’s cruelty, narcissism and vanity.

I’m not a passive sacrificial lamb. I’m not a doormat. Not by nature. I’m meek. I’m mild. I’m gentle. But I’m not…a willing victim.

Not all truly feminine women are silly little, mindless bitches…despite the American social norm.

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That being said…I only realized I was mean this morning.

*laugh*

And frankly…while I don’t enjoy people being hurt…I’m not sure I give a damn otherwise. I’m not here to be popular. I think that’s often just shallow bullshit. I mostly always have.

*laughing at the genuinely silly bitches who care far too damn much for their own good* Shake that money-maker bitch! Make it rain! *woohoo*

You know…you don’t have to choose evil, Peaches. Or are you too stupid to realize that?