TWENTY: ENRAGEDFuck her. Fuck Minna for making me feel this way. Fuck management for putting me in this fucked up situation. Fuck the industry. Fuck the world. If that’s the way she wants it- to hell with it- I don’t want to see her again. I’ve got plenty of things to do, plenty of women who wouldn’t even think twice about cumming for me. And what’s with her dirty attitude, anyway? I don’t need this shit. She’s a fucked up whore- if she wants to spurn men, go ahead. I don’t give a rats ass to a bitches pussy– I don’t care. I don’t- seriously, I don’t. Fuck. Why the hell am I trying to convince myself I don’t care?! “I said run it, dammit!” I had been ‘venting’ for about an hour after he had left, and I knew; wait I KNOW this is good; better than good. It is – raw, real and most of all- scandalous. “Danner’s gonna have your ass fired” “I don’t fucking care, just run it!” “Okay…. But I know nothing” “Fine, you know nothing” I assured her. “Now run the damn article!” Revenge never looked sweeter. "You'll never see me fall apart | In the words of a broken heart | it's just emotions| Taking me over | Tied up in sorrow | Lost in a song..." |
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