I think I'm leaning into the "I don't give a ****" vibe REAL hard.

A part of me is like stop being a problem, but then the other part of me is well, isn't everyone else the problem.

I think the latter is true.

Men have done this to us. I used to not think this way. There are good men in this world. But I can count them on one hand.

And now we believe the lie that they're good. That they love us.
And then go to the dive bar, get drunk, make **** jokes, maybe put their hand on our legs, abandon their children and make us feel like absolutely ******* nothing.

So I think the next time I talk to this chick. It might come out that I go "CAN WE NOT".

And It might be me saying "everyone else is willing to lie to you but I just can't do it anymore."

And you know what, I'm going to be the villain. I'm going to be the *******.

And I might be hated.

But I'm also right.

I think I'm better suited being right than hated so maybe I just don't care.

Because if you live it, and you suffer and you do nothing about it.

Aren't  you just as bad as them.