Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, they say.

What about a woman pissed? Because I’m pretty sure one is definitely pissed at my super-inflated im-the-best ego pep-talk sometime ago. Can’t blame her for it, though. You can pretty much say that I did it on purpose, since I’m turning into a bunch of sour grapes with every passing day.

For some reason, it felt like a huge loss. Pleasantly talkative, she’s actually one of the most wonderful ladies I’ve ever known. Unfortunately things didn’t go my way when I hoped it to. My own mistake, btw. At any rate, it’s not really a bad thing now that she’s pissed at me. At least there’s some reason for me to wake up a walk ahead.

If it doesn’t kill you, it only makes you stronger.