You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.
I'm doing it. I'm CALLING YOU OUT. And I'm gonna tell you the things you should do because we as women WANT you to do these things (or at the very least, this woman wants you to do these things). I'll preface this all by saying that men, I think you're great. I love how … Continue reading Dear men,
My, we are just taking our good ol' time, aren't we? And by we, I mean you. Because I'm here. ALONE. WAITING. Just like that terrible "Lady in Waiting" book I had to read in youth group told me to. And you're nowhere to be found. In fact, I'm starting to really think you don't exist. … Continue reading Dear Mr. Right,