5. Guys who correct my grammar as I’m speaking.
Happiness, if anything, is best when it remains a warm gun.
This is a wooden cage, out in plain view, in a dead, gravel lot behind a Sigma Pi fraternity house, looking exactly like the cages that are used to imprison the 11.4 million girls and women who have been victims of human trafficking in the United States. This disgusting little box even comes with a “bad bitches only” sign.
How does one stop blaming oneself for not being good enough? How does one love again, after her heart is scarred?
Playing mind games won’t get you anywhere.