i am such an interesting person. people can never get enough of me. i am always surrounded by love and prosperity. everybody loves and adores me. i am the epitome of communication abilities. i never make a grammatical error. everybody is mesmerised by the way i speak. i am surrounded by people whom i like and admire and aspire to become. all my friends uplift me and motivate me. ii love my friends. my friends love me. i study at yale. yale is my dream university and since all my dreams always come true this is also true. it is so easy for me to manifest. i am ethereally beautiful. people admire me and love me. people can never take their eyes off me. i am confident embodied. people are always in awe of me. i have the best and the highest grades. i attract money and wealth by simply being. i am confident and thin. i speak equivocally. i am the best. i am a supermodel.
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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