Armor as Defense.
I hate being taken for granted.
When I used to speak my mind all the time, I’m a bossy, bad-tempered, self-absorbed bitch. Now that I’ve learnt to control myself, I’ve become a pushover. Then I wait and wait for others to take the initiate, to be sensitive to my emotions. And being the equally self-absorbed people most humans are, they take my silence as eager acceptance.
And yet, time and time again, they take the patience that shows badly on my face and shreds it to pieces.
I don’t do hints. Either take me outright, or learn to appreciate my value. If you can’t do that, at least try to be a bit more sensitive towards me. You’ve known me long enough. I’m made of flesh and blood too, remember?