Please

Can I have one Monday that doesn't leave me in need of a boxing bag and a kleenex?

I'm tired of it. I want a normal, happy go lucky Monday!

I hate bitchass men, they can keep their penis meat to themselves. I wish they walked around with warning labels.

I hate that I crave intimacy, its a fucking weakness that must be dealt with. It makes me weak and unfocused.

I hate putting myself out there and getting nothing in return.

I want to be cold inside, because anything is better than this.

Let me vent, I will be better tomorrow.
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