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Sunday, February 25, 2007
If it wasn't official before, it's official now: Men are such bastards.Do let me clarify, I'm not male bashing here. Seeing is believing, and if you've seen the guys I've met, you'd concur with me. I don't get this male conquering shit. Girls are not pieces of meat. It's not about picking the choicest cut from the selection in the freezer. How is it possible to put the moves on someone so strongly, and the moment they're out of the room, your affections swing so quickly towards another person it makes the Batmobile seem like a broken Ford travelling on a flat tyre. How the fuck is that possible? Everyday a tiny bit of me dies along with the hope of finding someone to share my life with. This is so fucking depressing I don't want to think of it. I've become so disillusioned and jaded that I can't feel the hurt anymore. It's just another scar upon old scars on this maimed battlefield I take for a heart. I'm not capable of feeling the hurt because if I did, I'd be a wreck. I've learnt to take things in stride, and detach myself from my experiences. Call me callous and cold, detached and distant, flippant or flighty, but at least it keeps alive whatever emotions I have left in me.
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