And it's comments like that, (and incidents that my mother recounted earlier) that make me feel good.
I'm strong enough to know you're a bitch,
and not take it.
"Excuse me?"
You never took it back, and I didn't want you to.
I let it stay in my thoughts, because although it hurt, it was a slight prick,
It won't hurt anymore, only the memory remains.
I feel good knowing I don't do that to you, or anyone else.
I know better.
I'm more mature.
I'm smarter.
And you know what?
I'm smarted than those other people, too.
You know what?
I have gone through a lot of things and managed to remain who I am,
The rest of you? Well you've changed.
I've changed as well, but not because of other people,
Simply because I wanted to, and it was right for me.
So next time?
Think maybe, before you talk.
You MIGHT just give me an ego-boost. =]
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