dying to take a trip completely and totally spontaneously. i want to grab my tattered backpack, shove my favorite book in it, scrounge up whatever savings i have left, and just ride a train across all of Europe, stresses and everyday responsibilities be damned. i want a night that kaleidoscopes with seeing the Louvre for the first time and exploring the Catacombs of Paris until the soles of my shoes have worn thin. i want to just leave.
why cant we women just like live without boys. why do we have to spend late nights obsessively talking about them while they probably don't even give a damn about you and are probably talking to an another girl. it's always us who are the victims right? and it is so so sad. can't we just talk about ourselves and how amazing we are. i don't think we need boys to live, we can be happy and contended within ourselves to right? we have beautiful minds but all we want to do is open instagram and obsess over that silly lil boy, who's probably calling you a whore. but you dont give a damn right all you care about is how good he looks. utter bullshit. that's why i think i relate to jo march so much. and right now i am crying for that reason and for the first time i compulsively with my whole heart hate hate hate men. don't get me wrong over here i am not hating over men here, well i am but more that that i am more angry at ourselves, us pretty girls who have let thes...
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