It’s time to get revenge on the fucker who assaulted me in the wee hours of November 1st 1997.
How?
By making November 1st a day to enjoy!
You didn’t manage to destroy me, you entitled bastard. I’m still alive. I may be broken. I’m not “more beautiful for having been broken,” whatever the fuck that means. I doubt there is a single person in this world who would find me beautiful. I’m old, I’m fat, and I have a face like the back end of a bus. I have a myriad of health problems. But I’m still here, and I plan to keep kicking until I can get what I call a win. You may have fucked me up mentally for years but I win anyway.
Ornery Owl has fucking spoken.
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay
Armored on the outside, me
The owl's my spirit flying free
Hooray for fighting back and refusing to let the self entitled define us.
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