I'm scared shitless. Teaching practice is just around the corner. The students are angels, but the teacher I'm teaching under is a bitch, and and I'm bloody scared of her... and that I'm going to say a few things that should be said, but will cost me precious points and grades.
It's a sort of in-built reflex, that I don't take shit from people, because I have already taken enough to last me several lifetimes. So now I lash out before they would score. Guess my nickname comes handy...
And my need for callous, cold blooded boyfriends is explained now. At least they can't be hurt, and they can say the exact same things I'm already used to hear. Like a pavlovian reflex... You need to hear it, or you just can't feel good. Yeah, sometimes you can call me masochistic. Not too much, or I kick your face in, mind... ^^