I used to think that all my problems stemmed from my childhood. I blamed bullies, bitches, and boys for my mood swings. They were such inconsiderate jerks.
I used to think all of the men I dated were emotionally stunted. Why else would they be ignorant enough to hurt my feelings, take me for granted, and have the audacity to breathe after we broke ties? I mean, come on, I was paralytic after those idiotic lust fests.
I used to think that women shared more DNA with cats than the human race.
Two-faced, conniving, and vindictive, I never found my tribe. I did let my guard down, too many times to mention. Nothing hurts quite like the sting of slash marks left by a supposed best friend forever. A glutton for punishment I keep my heart open, even to this day waiting to find a tribe of awesome, loving, and supportive girlfriends. Other women seem to have them, but never me. I always get the shaft, jealousy disguised in a warm embrace. Commonalities used as a ruse for one-upmanship (make that one-upwomanship).
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