high horse.

I'm allowed to change my mind about things. God knows I certainly changed my mind about you.
And still, I refuse to sink to your level. I refuse to stab you with insults, even though I fully believe that you deserve it.

I'm better than that, and I deserve much better than you.

I have no way of knowing if I'll regret the decisions I make now in the future. I don't get any dark feelings anymore, like I did over the autumn/winter months. I don't feel as though I'm doing anything wrong.

The truth is that we all live our own lives, and what matters most is that we do what we feel is right, without doing anything that makes our conscience kick us in the head, and without hurting the ones we love.

You can call me conceited, and you can tell me to get off of my high horse if you want to. That's just fine.
And you can call me a hypocrite, and you can call me a selfish bitch. You can call me heartless. You can call me the devil incarnate. You can say you hate me, and you can tell me to go to hell.

It's nothing new. I'm not interested.

If only you could see how much of yourself that you're projecting onto me.