It makes the most sense, after all.

It all starts with one.

One time, you treat someone different. Say, badly, or worse. One time.

The person you're treating such ways, responds. Cause and effect.

Then. The person is left on their toes. Waiting for it to happen again.

It's assumed, I assume, that no one really learns their lesson, and will offend repeatedly after just once.

The way this person responds/reacts, has the potential to build and build.

It starts with one. One time, one person, one situation, one remark.


This is usually how bitches and assholes are made.

You were mean to me one time.

You treated me like shit one time.

You forgot about me one time.

So, I took that time, and kept it in mind.

To prepare myself for later, you know.


You've been mean more times.

You've treated me like shit more times.

You've forgotten about me more times.


Now you don't like me because I'm a bitch.

Because I don't support you.

Because I am always condesendingly responding to you.

Well.


It all began with one.

You can't take responsibility for very much, but you are nailed to the first time.

Just one.


I don't have the energy to change who've you've forced me to adapt into being.

I don't have the patience or feelings to be hammered into the ground by you.

I don't really have time to be hammered into the ground by anyone.

I'm losing time.

So, fuck you.

And you, and you and you.

Because I wasn't supposed to be a bitchy, little sassy thing.

I was a lady. A sweet, kind, good girl.



Ya'll fucked me up. So this is what you get from me.

The finger.

xoxo.