She is the tiniest person I know of. In fact, I bet I can pick her up between and put her in a thimble.
She is the most selfish, ignorant, shallow, hollow, mean person I have ever met. I hate the fact that she upsets me so. I hate that for the first time in my life, I can’t see past those small ugly feelings that reside in the dark corners, that I can’t find one (ONE!) good thing about a person.
She is the only person that makes me have to count to ten whilst speaking with her. I thought it was only in movies people did that, but one cannot fully appreciate this until one finds oneself dizzy with anger, hands shaking.
One – and you want to kill her.
Two – you decide to let her live.
Tree – you remember how the breath again.
Four – you imagine yourself hitting her
Five – you realize she will probably kick your ass. Psychopaths are unusually strong.
Six – take a step back.
Seven . Time to breathe again.
Eight – Rise above.
Nine- Be the bigger person.
Ten – Walk away…. Or slam the door in her face.
