Piece of shit

Last week and this week have been pretty shit for me.

Mainly because I am so bloody self-destructive. So much it gets to my own fking nerves. Both H and R have been so supportive and I am plain grateful to them. Without them, I'm just swimming in my own gloo of senseless emotions. Totally stupid.

I totally see it now. Men are capable of being extremely self-centered and rotten. We women just care too much and come up with dozens of moronic excuses inside our head to explain for their bad behaviour. Shit attitude is just shit. Nothing more to it. Just plain shit.

So yesterday I stood up to that shit behaviour. I just decided I wasn't going to be nice. Or friendly. Or understanding. Why should I be? With a guy like that, what for? And I was right. So damn right.

He can be annoyed. He can bitch about me to S or whoever. Do I care? Not really. In fact, it's laughable. It means me ignoring him gets on his nerves. And I don't care anymore. I don't give a damn if he liked me, I don't care if I liked him, I don't care if he has a gf, I don't care if he likes anyone in sg. Fact is, I will never be happy or contented with shit in the long run.

And no, I don't wish him all the best.