I'm the type of person that bottles up the emotion

There are two kinds of angry people.

One who yells at the poor, quiet checkout girl in a supermarket.

And the poor, quiet checkout girl who takes the shits everyday and just decides to shoot everyone in the store and walks out and never looks back.

I'm the quiet checkout girl.

I take the shit everytime. Call me a slut, a scab, a bitch, a drunk. I'm all good with that. Cos I know it's not true.

I'm wrapped around people's little fingers and I never say a word. I never stand up for myself.

I've always been a pushover yet somehow, I end up being the bitch who parties too much and gets annoying when drunk and cracks onto men who are "apparently" cracking onto them too.

Well, we'll see about that. Cos I think I've reached the point where I can't put up with the shit anymore. And I'm moving on to better things. I don't need to be in competition at all times. I don't need to be put down because someone has a tall puppy syndrome.

I'm confident with who I am and I don't need men chasing me to prove to myself that I'm worthy.

I have a lot going on with my life, my boyfriend, my best friend, my family, my friends.

I don't need people bringing me down. Telling me that I have bad taste in men and that my boyfriend is "fucking ugly". He's not. But I guess they can't see that for some reason.

Plus, he makes me smile, he doesn't make me cry and every single thing he does is just breath taking. He's not hot, but he's definitely not an eyesore.

Last night I was so upset I slept for 22 hours. I didn't even know it was possible. But I did it. I fell into a mini-coma because I was upset and disappointed that a person who was so close to me could talk trash like that about me in front of the people we barely even know.

I don't care what people say anymore. I just can't bring myself to believe anything. I wonder how it makes them feel when they talk shit every single time but deep down they know it's not true. They boast about certain things and pretend that they can't lie but it is, in fact, a lie.

I don't know how they can look at people straight in the eye and say a different thing and talk to a different person and say a completely different thing.

Not to mention rubbing the situation on my face.

Fuck. That. Shit.

The funny thing is, I think I'm the only one who cared about the relationship. I stood up for them when people are talking shit about them. Even to my boyfriend who never really liked them.

But I had to do it. Now I have to run back to his arms, tell him what happened and wait for him to lecture me with "I told you so.."

I was glad it was just a mini-coma. I would have done something seriously damaging if I didn't sleep for 22 hours. I'm not the one to be so dramatic over things but I'm just over it.

It's just not worth it.

Fuck that Nikki, you don't need people like that, you deserve so much more. It's definitely you're gain, my cousin said.

I know it's my gain.

But I'm still very angry. Angry enough to write a heartless post. A post that would make them sit up and shit themselves.

But you know what, they did say I need to stand up for myself. So I'm doing it.

Call me a bitch, a scab, a slut, a drunk - nobody cares really. If it made you feel better to put me down - fine.

What would make me feel better is to stay away from you.

And that's exactly what I'm doing.

I never get too angry, but you just totally pushed my button.

This is a very angry post. Directed at you.

If you can take a hint, don't message me anymore.