Do I have a sign on my forehead that says, "Clobber me."? or something like, "I'm nice, hence, walk all over me."? Sheesh. Or perhaps there is some truth in what Carrie Bradshaw's (from Sex and the City) shrink has to say to Carrie, "You go for the wrong men."
Whatever it is. I must declare. I AM NOT NICE. I REFUSE TO BE NICE TO YOU. YOU SHALL NOT TAKE ME FOR GRANTED. MOST IMPORTANTLY, MR. MALE, I AM NOT THERE WHEN YOU NEED ME.
Except that I am.
Damn.
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