Like 100% Authentic Stefani, type of real?
K, great!
I hate them.
I hate dudes.
But I like them.
Trust me, being straight is not a choice. I'm just wired this way.
If I could choose to be gay, this may be the time.
But no thank you.
I hate the fellas cuz I like the fellas.
Here's the issue.
I seem to have "Treat me poorly" written on my forehead.
I like to think my type is douchebag, so that's the issue.
BUT I don't think that's true.
I think I'm the problem.
BUT I can't figure out what the fuck is wrong with me.
I'm fucking perfect.
I make my own money. I work hard. I'm understanding. I'm fun. I'm nice. My face is alright. I'm getting into better shape (Seriously, who wouldn't want to get in on the ground floor of that??? I should be smoking hot pretty soon.).
I'm sure I have flaws. I just can't bare to face them at the moment.
Regardless, at some point shouldn't I get treated like a decent human being?
I really don't expect much.
You know...
Like text if you decide to cancel plans.
WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
I just figured it out.
I'm so amazing every dude thinks I can read minds.
Maybe I should make it more clear, that I can't.
Maybe then they'll realize appropriate times to use their phones.
And the sad part (and probably my biggest piece of the problem) is that I require people to remind me I'm worth more.
Fucking pathetic.
It's true though.
I am worth more.
I don't deserve that shit.
And I'm sick of it.
Think it's too late to be a nun?
Don't anyone dare to seriously answer that.
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