I feel a rant coming on.
Women are allowed to get upset. We are allowed to be frustrated when our emotions aren’t reciprocated. I don’t need a man’s permission to be pissed off. I only love my own way, it’s not going to change. You can’t mold me into your lovey dovey bitch. I don’t exist to be someone’s girl. I belong to myself. When I say no, it doesn’t mean persuade me. I wear heels. I wear lipstick. Mascara is more important to me than my cell phone. I love little tiny fucking dresses. AND even when you throw all of those things in a box with a tee shirt that says ‘whore’ on it, doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you. I’m not asking for you to disrespect me. In fact I’m not asking for anything. I don’t need you. I got this. So how about you back the fuck off and let me be a woman.
Sent a text out last night that just said ‘Bands make her dance.’