i got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one.

Feb 09, 2008 17:47

I have worked too goddamn hard and too fucking long to get to this point in my life to throw it away for anyone.

"I feel sorry for Big, I really do. Because if you think about it, I was the best thing that ever happened to him. Actually, no. I pity him because I get to walk away and be me, and he has to walk away and stay him, you know? And who wants to be him when you could be me? I mean, I'm smart, I'm funny... I was this, this thing, you know I was it. I was this magic moment. I was the abracadabra. I was totally the "poof" in the relationship. I mean, I've got more "poof" in one finger than he could ever have. I mean, geez, sometimes I "poof" just hailing a cab. So I guess it's better to know now. So I can go "poof" someone else. Someone who deserves me, and not some screwed-up, insecure guy who can't deal with a woman who's got her act together. Now, I'm gonna end up deliriously happy and Big is gonna die old and alone, and I pity him. Really, I pity him."

I've been acting ridiculous.
I gave you way too much credit. Sorry.

age: beauty queen of only eighteen, boys: are we breakin' up?

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