i simply cannot let my grudges go. they fester within me, and i merely allow it. they bubble and broil, each time the memories resurface, burning me—i act out of spite, bettering myself so i may surpass those who have wronged me. alas, it makes for great tea to spill.
For those who are struggling to find meaning or purpose right now, there can be few better motivators than spite towards those who would wish to see you defeated. As my grandmother once said while reading the obituaries: Ha! I outlived the bitch!
we don’t make jewellery like we used to!! where did the whimsy go!! the uniqueness!! the daintiness!! the literal ethereal feeling that this watch brings!!!! I CANNOT FIND IT ANYWHEREEEEEE
