Girl's Behavior
1 mo

Pretty. Petty. Perfected…..

Pretty. Petty. Perfected…..


So, you thought I was just another sweet, naive girl you could fool? Cute. Really, it’s adorable how confident you were while stringing together your manipulative little lies. You must’ve felt so powerful.

See, that’s the part guys like you never get. You mistake silence for stupidity. You mistake kindness for weakness. You mistake me, a whole storm wrapped in a pretty face, for some broken doll you can toy with. Bless your heart.

Let me break it to you gently, since I know reality can be tough for someone with your fragile ego, you were never in control. I let you talk. I let you play your game. And while you were so busy enjoying your little illusion of dominance, I was watching, calculating, waiting. Not to cry. Not to fall apart. But to rise in a way that would make your skin crawl with regret.

Let’s be clear: I don’t do heartbreak. I do consequences. And oh, did you earn them.

While you were busy treating me like a game, I was busy rewriting the rules.

You could’ve walked away with your life intact if you’d just been honest. But no, you wanted to play the player. So I burned the board. You thought you were hurting me? Honey, I was planning. Every move, every word, every mask I wore, I used it all to turn your fake little empire into dust. I didn’t scream. I didn’t beg. I simply aimed where it would hurt the most, and I didn’t miss.

Now I live rent-free in your destroyed reputation. I smile knowing the people you lost friends who saw through the facade, lovers who finally walked away. I win. And you? You get to sit in the ashes, wondering how a “soft girl” like me dismantled your whole damn life.

So no, I didn’t just get revenge. I got satisfaction. I got justice. And I got the last word.

Try me again, I dare you.

Pretty. Petty. Perfected…..
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