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!
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.
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
