I think I reached a new level of confusion last night. I didn't think that I would like being the type of female that I've been emulating lately. It's like this version of myself (I'm calling her Penny) is a much more confident young lady. Well... she's almost a woman. If she learns how to stay motivated and do what she came to do she will be unstoppable. Right now she's just getting warmed up. I'm not actually upset. I mean.. it's a little weird for me to be her, but I'm not disgusted. I'm not angry. I'm not even a little sad. She's everything that I've wanted to be for so long. She knows that she is beautiful and that her personality is amazing. Penny knows that she controls a man's pleasure and that she is desirable. Penny is living in a world outside of her mind. A world that she is shaping every day. Is this how other people live on the regular? Should I start asking to find out? I realized that sometimes I live inside of myself so much that I never ask for help when I truly need it. I'm actually tired and ready to rest, so that's what I'm going to do. I might come back later and add to this or just go over what I already have. Alright then, later.
I've never met a man bold enough to ask me that. Most will just say it casually, "I'm ugly af but I'll treat you right" or some other stupid shit. Why? Because they want you to say "You're not ugly bae". Bullshit ass validation that they probably seek from every person they come into contact with. And I'm making it a general "they" instead of saying "he" because women do the same shit. I think most times that woman complain about men is because they are upset that men are capable of going through some of the same frustrating experiences as them, and it's definitely vice versa. People are very fucked up. For some reason I keep finding myself struggling to figure out if I'm a fucked up person or not. It's something that I think about a lot... but back on track. Today, well yesterday (it's 1:30 in the morning right now), I had barely even said hello to N's cousin before convincing myself that he was...
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