some men are nice, some are mean some are consumate shitheads, some are green ego plays a part...possesiveness plays a role till they want more than your heart that they stole excavating your equality, excavating the reality examining the game we play with carnality and the men think they hold the key to erotica,and sometimes they do, but then when it gets too hard they can't stay true sometimes i ask myself the same questions watching the blue screen come up on me, to be honest i must try like the others to act free, i wish, friendly girl, that this wasn't your problem to have to figure out, but men are assholes, this i will shout, from the heavens to the hilltops, the hilltops to the sewers, the ballparks to the sangamon street brewery, that men truly are dickheads, possesive to a fault bringing all light-heartedness crashing to a halt so, angela, friendly girl, just remember my advice if you want him, and youre not sure, ask twice be careful though, for if you find that he sucks then find someone else, and you won't be outta luck some men are nice, some men you cannot edit some men you'll like and some are pathetic so it could be solved by finding someone else i wish you luck and the best of health!
Reason for writing:
for angela, who wrote "is it me or is it just men??"
Birth sign: Aries
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