I am the girl you underestimated. The girl you thought was too quiet to stand up to you. The girl you assumed would sit back and take it as you walked all over her.
But you are mistaken. I will not go quietly. If you fuck me over, then I am going to make chaos. I am going to be enraged. I am going to put you in your place. I am going to make you feel what you’ve done to me.
I am not afraid to admit that I hold grudges. I get attached to people easily, and once those people hurt me, I have a hard time letting go of the anger. I latch onto the bitterness. I will never forgive you for what you have put me through. No matter how much time passes, I will harbor hatred for you.
Once you hurt a girl like me, there is no going back. You cannot erase what you have done. You cannot walk up to me and expect to have a civil conversation, because I am not going to play pretend. If you do not want me around, I do not want you around. I refuse to play house with someone who has made it clear how they secretly feel about me.
I am the girl who has emotions like a light switch. I feel in extremes. You are either someone I love, someone I can trust, or you are dead to me. There is no in between. There is no purgatory where I am willing to keep you.
You do not want to hurt a girl like me, because in a few weeks or months or years, you will realize the extent of your mistake. You will run into me at the supermarket or check up on me online and be shocked by how well I am doing. You will see my beauty. See my success. See how fucking good things are going for me and you will wonder why you ever let me go in the first place.
I am not worried about losing you, because I know a time will come when you’ll slide into my DMs to reconnect. When you’ll attempt to crawl back into my world, even though I no longer have room for you.
I might be hurting now. I might have cried over you. I might have had nightmares about you. I might have gotten black out drunk because of you.
But in the end, you will be the one hurting. You will be the one who feels like shit, like they are not good enough.
It won’t be long until I move on, until I forget that you even exist. Meanwhile, you will still be thinking about the girl who you shouldn’t have screwed over. The girl who could have given you everything you wanted and then some. The girl who is a total sweetheart around her loved ones, but an even bigger bitch once you get on her bad side.