I wiped the solitary teardrop that fell from my left eye angrily. He was not worth it, I told myself, he doesn't deserve a single damn tear from me.
All my life, I have never cried for a man besides my dad. From all of the men who came to my life, I, not once, never begged for their attention. It was always the other way around.
I have never been so frustrated with a man before to the point of crying. If they treat me like shit, then time to say bye and drop them like a hot potato. What's the point of fooling around if I will just waste my time anyway?
I tried to compose myself and stop spilling any more tears. My chest is heaving from all the emotions that bottled up and are threatening to come out. I held it in and with head raised high, strutted the halls of the stupidly expensive mansion, owned by a stupid person.
