I have the looks and the brain, and I am still alone.

You end up feeling even more of an outcast when no one fucking gets where you are coming from. It gets boring. Being smart only turns you into a walking therapist subscription. So I decided why the fuck even try to be nice and normal anyway?

Imagine getting fetishized even when I tell everyone I am a possessive, controlling, & love obsessed asshole.

OH that is fine. I like controlling. I like possessive. It makes me feel *protected*.

No you do not.

You just want me to be your fucking yandare boyfriend.

' If suddenly and inexplicably, I start disliking certain, if not all, your male friends because unlike you I can see the vivid portrait they have painted over their shit "look I am a nice interesting guy who wants to be your friend" persona; think that is ok, then see I am crossing out the majority if not all of your male friendships, co-workers, and casual strangers you come across or show a remote interest in... '

I assure you, your inner sleeper feminist will come tumbling out the second I start being the possessive, controlling, & love obsessed asshole I told you I am.

• Food or drink sharing? Forget about it.
• Relaxing travel weekend with gender mixed friends? Absolutely fucking not.
• How about one-on-one meet ups with a male friends? oh, is he your childhood friend that sees you like a little sister?? proceeds to cut him into little pieces
• You like alcohol? Not anymore, you do not.
• What about my ex? That pig shit better be bleached for your realm of existence, or you will have a problem. ± You like dressing up on a tattered piece of cloth? I do not fucking care unless you ask me for permission and give me the roster of every single individual that will be attending, why you are going, who invited you, how long will you be there, that you will NOT be drinking, the exact location and subsequent locations you go afterwards (planned or unplanned), and you promise you will send every oggling shit faced bastard or suspicious comment to the hell hole it deserves.

On and on and on.

People scream that they want to be a love puppet, but all they really want is your undivided attention. Discard you for everything else.

You could be worse, you could be like me.

Knowing the altitude and depth of the unquenchable and never ending black abyss inside of you. How to fix it. And still not do anything about it.