Dear girl who hides her face in her long, burgundy-colored hair because she’s so insecure,
Why this obsession with the opposite gender, ladies? You’re what, fourteen?And you don’t have a boyfriend? Forgive me for not being more understanding, but don’t you think crying is a bit excessive?
No? Okay, okay, don’t glare at me like that. We can look at this logically.
I suppose we live in a society where women are supposed to be involved in a romantic relationship to feel whole. They’re not complete without a man. I suppose part of it is evolution, too. After all, it is in Mother Nature’s best interests to keep the species going.
But you don’t have to feel that way, especially not now. Stop following guys, stop worshiping at their feet, stop looking jealously at girls that have one slung around their elbow, the newest accessory. Stop idealizing them, and stop acting as if they are the personification of PURE PERFECTION. They’re not. And I’m not, you’re not either.
I’m not going to say it’s Fate that you’ll find one some day. I’m not going lie, you might not. But going all DOE EYES and CO-DEPENDENT is not pretty. At all. It’s not going to get you anywhere.
You’re confident. Embrace independence! You have time. And even if you didn’t, even if you were eighty years old, you wouldn’t need a male to be happy. Okay? Okay. And this goes for guys too. I’d say the exact same thing to them. But I haven’t seen any crying in the halls as of late, so. You can also be in control of your emotions.
Stop this incessant weeping. What, have you not been listening? No? Okay. OKAY. I’m leaving now. There’s Alessandra, you can cry on her shoulder. I’m sure she’ll be more understanding.