May 28, 2008 at 6:38 pm (Men, Relationship, Trust)
How can you hate me? You don’t know, you don’t know who I am or how I am. You just hate me cause you’re a condescending bitch that decided that all other females are whores and out to hurt you or steal your guy.
You are the looser and the bitch, and your the one with a pathetic life that has to ruin others to have fun.
But how can you hate me or despite me for the only thing I done wrong is being born female. And your so petty and unsure of your own pathetic little you that you have to dictate peoples life’s and pick who your husband or boyfriend get to talk to. Cause ofc all girls are whores, like you maybe, that’s only out to get laid.
But what a pathetic life – you must have a lot of issues.
I hope all your guys turn gays …. since you don’t let them talk to girls or females. I hope they cheat on you with a guy instead just to fuck up your pathetic little mind even more.
Cause your the true losers. You cant see what you have and treasure it so you abuse it and end up more or less harassing and make your family prisoners. Until you one they loose them anyway, with out cheating on you. Just cause the prison life got to much.
I pitty you, you hate me. You make me wanna hate you – but all you deserve is pitty…
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March 26, 2008 at 12:25 pm (Men)
Brain-power measured in inches?
Is the male brain measured in inches? And hidden in the pants for safe keeping?
You think you found a nice guy and one that is normal, but sooner or later it gets down to the inches.
Who cares if your “family jewels” are huge, if you act like an asswhole its not like you ever will get the chance to use them. Or is playing solo satisfying enough? I hope so for a lot of men, cause there is to many lost causes.
And 9 or 10 inches, so what its probably never been used. Just like your brains never been used. And good for you, your hung like a horse and have the mind of a donkey. Both located in your pants. Stop bothering me and get a job as a prostitute.
Learn to use your brain and respect females. We are more than sex toys and we like a guy with a working brain, not just “10 inches”. Who cares if your good in bed, if you bored your girl to death before you get there.
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February 27, 2008 at 2:53 pm (Friendship, Love, Men, Relationship)
Tags: life, Love, personality, Relationship, rules
Who am I? What am I? Will I ever find out?
Who am I?
I’m 34, and an adult woman you would say.
So how can I be lost and don’t know?
I live alone and have my freedom, and own will.
So how can I be lost and don’t know?
What am I?
I might be someones daughter,
I might be someones ex-wife,
I might me someones sister,
but what am I?
Will I ever find out?
No one ever asked me or wanted to know me. Do this, do that, and you will have fun. Why is it fun? Cause you said so?
How about me? What about what I want and I like? Do anyone care?
Always getting told what to do. And how to do it. Being told whats fun, and whats proper, and whats normal. That’s not how life is suppose to be.
Do you want a girlfriend that’s independent and fun and energetic? Or do you want a well trained dog, that you can tell what to do.
I don’t know who I am, or what I am. You never let me find out, do this and do that. How could you love me, when you wanted to change everything about me?
I am someone. Not just a daughter, a sister or a ex-wife. I’m me. I don’t know who that is yet, but I hope I can find it out soon.
If you wanna be my friend or more, you have to like me as I am … I’m not a doll or a dog, you can’t make me something I’m not.
I’m ME – live with it or get lost.
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February 27, 2008 at 2:10 pm (Love, Men, Relationship)
Tags: life, Love, Men, Relationship
I’m lost, who will ever find me?
I’m lost, but are you even looking for me?
Find me,
keep me,
treasure me,
and love me.
I’m not a fairy tale. But you can still be a knight, with or without a shining armor. Rescue me.
There is nothing wrong with treating a girl right, be a man not an ape.
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February 25, 2008 at 3:06 am (Men, Relationship)
Tags: Men, Relationship, sex
Why is all men want sex? Why can’t I just find a nice guy that could care about me? There are more to a girl than boobs and sex. But all a guy want is to know your cup size and how good you are in bed.
Where is the normal guy? The one that likes a hug and want to cuddle up on the couch with a movie? The one that wants to go for a walk holding hands and talk?
No they dont exist, all guys want is sex. No names needed, just a quicky at a hotel or something. Or the really shallow onces, “Sorry but your not good enough your house and living area is slumming it” …
I talk to guys all the time online, and all it ends to if you want them to keep talking you need a web-cam and be willing to “entertain”. Cyber with me? Or I’ll ignore you. That’s the game they play.
And no matter how much its, “Sure lets be friends”. It allways ends in sex. If they dont get it no friends…
Why do all men want to treat girls like cheap whore’s, not actually wanting a relationship, just a cheap fuck.
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