New year, same me
Trying to find a job where I’m not serving people food is going to be the death of me.
“Every girl is expected to have caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama and doll tits. This is why everyone is struggling.”
I don’t want or need a Prince Charming. I don’t want or need some one who’s going to “save me”. I’m not a fucking damsel in distress. I need a partner. I need an equal, not someone trying to turn me into their charity case. Fuck.
Anybody else get this answer?
Its finals week and I just got my period so you can all be sure that I’m laying in the fetal position in bed weeping.