Narcissistess

Showing off your body makes you a dum bitch, dumass.

Clearly you have nothing better to promote…

 

 

Sinjay reckons I hate it when women are a challenge to me. When women are potentials to grab mens’ attention as opposed to ME obtaining their attention.

Fuck that shit. I don’t care about who’s got the attention. I’ve always managed to obtain mens’ attention REGARDLESS. Men love my brains. (AND my curves).

And when I have outright asked men ‘Why me and not HER?’ they always go ‘Pffffft’ and say something about the dumass bitch being a dirty slut. They actually HATE the way she pushes her hips fowards when she walks, the way she ruffles her hair in the most sexual way like she’s in the bedroom with you, and the way she does a 360 ‘oh so innocently’ the moment she’s talking to a *gasp* MALE at the coffee machine.

At an intellectual level, men hate it because they feel undermined by her.

And what a godawful purpose to have in Life! really. To make men feel worthless and like utter shit. Nu-uh.

Their dicks might like dumass bitches for a moment. But ultimately men like class.

I win ! I win all the time. Ha.

> moment of narcissism right here <

I have discovered two things about myself tonight.

* The part of me that feels satisfied within my relationship is a WHOLE OTHER SEPERATE BEING to the one that feels dissatisfied within my relationship. One part does not understand or comprehend the other. One part does not recall the other’s thoughts or feelings. Once I’m in ONE ROLE as opposed to the other, there is no going back or switching to the other role. So if I’m happy in my relationship, don’t mess with me. Just leave me the fuck alone cos I DON’T GET WHY YOU’RE BUGGING ME ! I NEVER FELT UNHAPPY IN THE FIRST PLACE !

I am a freak.

Oh but this is not new, I assure you.

* If I think that you are worthy, I will open myself up wholly and completely to you. You will have my heart hanging from a piece of thread, dangling before your very own eyes. My mind an open map that you can freely explore at will. Throw the questions at me, and I will give honest and unappealing answers. But I am also very fragile. The moment you give me reason to believe it’s really not worth my time – I will close the doors. I will be friendly and courteous, and pay my due small-talk and respects. But don’t expect me to pull my heart out and wring it dry before you. No no, don’t flatter yourself, please. It’s unbecoming of you.