The more I learn about how the world really works, the less optimistic I am about everything. In the unlikely event that someone I want actually ever wants me, he is going to have to work his ass off. Because no fucking way am I wasting any love, any time, any effort, any emotion on some fucking shitbag who's just going to hurt me. And who the fuck else is there? Religious dudes are nonreligious dudes who lie. Nonreligious dudes are fucking everything on wheels. And I am not beautiful. And even if I were, when do you get to beautiful enough? Tiger Woods' wife is beautiful and he cheated on her, left and right, with skanky hos, half-hos, whatever.
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