gtx

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Fuckin' women.
Why am I such a sucker? I'm a good guy, I do all the right things. Reasonably good-looking, cute, I'm told.
Sensitive, talented, hard-working. And lonely as shit. Meet a cool girl, hit it off, and I'm too much of a gentleman to press the point, and she heads off with some skinny little fucker who couldn't lift my sketchbook.
Fuck. For every woman on this site who has a tale of woe, dished out by some asshole guy, well, I can match it with the tale of some insane woman who canNOT see a good thing when it's in front of her.
Did I get burned? Shit no, I burned myself. Again. I should fucking know better.
Cool little vibe with a girl, but it doesn't fall together. The funny part is, I sometimes get this look that says 'I SHOULD like you, I know you're good, but I'm in this fucked-up phase and I need to run off and neck with this pinhead because my addled brain says so'.

Christ, you'd think I'd get it by now. Forty fucking one, you'd think I'd changed.
Evidently not. Shit, now I'm not even sure the vibe was real. Maybe it's me, maybe it's some delusional corner of my brain. I'm gonna have to dig it out of my skull with a spoon.
I have to pour my heart out here, because there's noplace else to put it.
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Thanks for listening, world.