Screw the patience. If I hurt you, believe you me, you asked for it.
If I appear cold, that's only because you don't seem worthy enough of my reaction.
Last night, I just asked myself as to when was I the happiest? 5 years ago was the reply. Now that that part of happiness has been flushed down the drain I chose to ignore it. Memories bring back a lot of pain, loads of it. I just realised that it hurt less to not care. So here we are.
I again asked myself when was I the happiest? This time the reply was 'Always, until the last 3 years'. That meant I was happy even before the last 5 years. Oh hell, yes I was. So lets go back there.
I was immature, short tempered, spoilt, arrogant and probably everything that I am not now. But still, I was happy then. Really really happy. That's all I want now. Even if it means me going back to the old me.
The tamed lioness is always called a faithful bitch. I somehow prefer the fierce tyrant I was. I'd rather spew fire than shed tears. Whatever works for me. A purring lioness is equivalent to a domestic kitten. Naah, time for some serious growling now.