I wish there was a way to get myself away from this terrible name tag I have given myself, 'Broken.' Something to that affect must have been tattooed to my forehead without my knowledge because it seems like guys often assume that I have some deal breaker quirk and they don't really bother trying to look deeper to see that its just not true. I'm loyal to my death, and I'm forgiving to even the most heinous of crimes against love. No one sees that Pretty much all they see is that I'm energetic, adventurous, and dumb. Well, okay, the dumb part is a rouse to get some attention, but hey I'm not perfect; but I sure as hell ain't as bad as little miss crack-addict-daddy-issues that your chasing over there. I'm not a crazy bitch girlfriend that demands to know who you're hanging with every night of the week, nor am I demanding that you send me hourly texts to say 'thinking of you' or 'i love you.' That shit is sooooo middle school. Actually, all of this shit is.
I'm tired of listening to grown adults coo over baby animals, women get excited about cupcake earrings, and all that self entitlement on denial of pre-martial sex. I'm getting bored with your silly and childish quirks. Can't a decent girl like me just have a grown and decent man (he doesn't even have to be perfect, imagine that)?