You don’t need Me to remind you how pathetic you are… you’ve lived this sad reality for as long as you can remember, forever sidelined by Real Men pleasing Perfect Goddesses. After years wasted resenting their Power, doesn’t it feel nice to surre
I am the epitome of Goddess in the flesh. Bow down to kiss My feet and be grateful that I’m even granting you a moment of acknowledgement in your shitty existence.
