That's just all I have to write here... Sometime you have to be a man about tough times. Or pretend to be...while dying inside.
Why play friends with me if you DON'T mean to be friends anyway?! If yu want to b*tch slap me then just get on with it and lay off! I hate it that you grip me firmly on my shoulder and smile at me with endearing support when I surely am not stupid enough to buy into your game.
And why do I feel like I don't have actual friends to turn to at this point? Oh Lord...why am I suddenly mistrusting everyone?
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Maybe because I was made to be the alpha male to most people. The initiator. The doting protector. The decision-maker.
All the more reason to man up or die pretending... with a smile.
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I'm a girl too, you know... and I cry...*sigh*
Over for now.
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:-(
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