July 30, 2015
There’s a lot to be said for being a little bitch.
Smiling with sincerity when you actually feel like chucking the plates on the floor and running into the forest.
Greeting people like they’re bringing good news, when really all they’re doing is paying your rent and your bar tab on a Friday night.
Paying for the week old veggies in the fridge you can’t be bothered to cook.
Being a little bitch teaches you, as you clear tables and apologize to people for being in their way, that gritting your teeth and baring it can be a solid life plan.
Working yourself empty so you can do things that fill you up.
Sometimes though, there comes a point when you just don’t give a shit anymore. That you just want to go on Centrelink payments and pretend your credit card debt doesn’t exist.
That you’re done helping someone else live their dream.
That you’re just not a natural born bitch.
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