pmsing and a tiny bit of bdsm

So your self proclaimed girlfriend has gone insane. On your birthday. Yikes.
You know facebook right? it fucking keeps record of everything man. Every fucking little thing you said to your ugly ex. Like when you called her what you call me now. Isn't that adorable?
Will I be as written off your life in a few months like she is now?
But I'm setting myself a little high here. Because you had quite the conection with this girl, didn't you?
She was obviously a bit on the pervert side, like you, and yes, like myself too. You like that, right?
You sure liked her, didn't you? You gave her a collar. You gave her a fucking collar, didn't you?

I would fucking kill for that. And you've talked about it, you said you wanted to give me one.
Oh man that really sent me through the roof. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. But time keeps passing by, and here I am, collarless.
Maybe I'm not worthy of it. Maybe you think I should try harder. And I kinda agree.
But I'm tired and awfull and about to get my period, see, so I can't really go for it exactly now. I'm sorry.
Fuck I really am. And I'd like to be able to explain that, to be able to ask your forgiveness, but I shouldn't even do that!
You're not my fucking master, hopefully, yet. But how I wish you were.
Every time you let slip that evil little smile, it's just so beautifull, I can't help but wish you'd apply all that nasty thoughts on me.

I don't want to be impatient. I'd wait however long you see fit, if I knew there's the reward of being yours waiting ahead. I just want to know if it's all in my head or if things can really be that way.