But reality can be so bitter. I guess it’s my fault for not being realistic with the facts. I guess I should narrow the criteria, and become entirely inflexible. Perhaps then, I shall not consume more of my time that I can never get back by being “understanding”.
Dear inner b*tch, please come on out!!! Take over me and find me the right man!!! Miss Nice’s methods ain’t working so well. Rawr!!! I am tired of eating wimps for breakfast. And fighting strong men, ain’t my thang. I need someone in between. Someone who knows when to follow and when to lead. Then, we can dance for a lifetime. Inner b*tch, please stay focused, stay strong, and most of all–keep me happy!!!
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