seether

more later, but I just wanted to say that I'm pissed. really pissed. how dare you? who do you think you are? and what place do you really think you occupy in my life that you can talk to me like that?

you think because I like to wear pink and ribbons in my hair that I'll stand still and take anything you hand over to me? that because I smile means I don't catch your poorly veiled deceit? that because I don't call you on it right then and there means I don't hear and understand what you're actually trying to say?

then you're even more of a cretin than I thought. underneath all the frills you see, there's a core of steel, and I can take it out and gut you. and I will. don't mess with me, motherfucker.