as a little girl whenever my parents, or anyone else for that matter, scolded me or talked to me rudely, i just escaped into my little daydream being delusional about how i was a timid, helpless and a sensitive girl with no one of her own. alone and desperate. but then one fine day. a boy shows up and he rescues her. haha this is giving me goosebumps. but yeah that has still been my coping mechanism. but i am tired of it now.
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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