It’s women like you that defeat my entire purpose. I’m fighting to prove it isn’t about gender and you use your femininity as a weapon. Shielding yourself behind an army of insipid friends and lovers, wrapped in narcissistic insecurity. Only interacting with people that coddle you doesn’t make you an introvert. Just a child.  Nursing old pain like a war wound, your bitterness is Shakespearean with unnecessary drama. Bad news, we’ve all been hurt. We are all jaded and bitter. The difference is, I don’t let it stop me. 

Do what you want to do. Live your own life. But stop drawing people in with mind games and emotional manipulation. Accept that you are not always right. Try agreeing with someone’s opinion without adding your own spin. Go somewhere new and don’t look for reasons to hate it. Next time you want to complain, stop yourself. See how long you can handle being uncomfortable. You might find it goes away if you stop thinking about yourself for one fucking minute.