So Sweet I Wanna Kick You In The Shins Until Candy Comes Out...

Men.

What a pleasent disaster you are.

You with your broad shoulders and deep voices.
You with your facial hair not out of place.
You with your strength and hidden emotions.
You with your double header way of thinking.
You with your dicks.

I have come to hate men though everyday I grow to love them more and more.

I have found myself crying myself to sleep over you.
I have found myself hating other women because of you.
I have found myself frustrated by you.
I have found myself missing you.
I have found myself wishing you would all just go die.

There are too many men.

How can I know what you want or how you feel if you do not communicate to me?
This means to me you do not want me. I believe if a man wants something he knows how to get it. If he does not know he will try and try to figure out the way. He will not ask for help though he may need it. However, he will not give up if he truly wants this thing. And sometimes if he starts to get desperate he will actually ask for help.

Do men every really give up that easily?

So why should I fight for your attention?
So why should I have to throw myself in your face to be noticed?
So why should I be the one trying so hard?
So why should I feel like no men truly want me...

Because no one is trying very hard for me...
All of the men just disappear...

I know I said there are too many men. Yes too many attractive men are around and I have a hard time keeping up. However, when it comes to the men who are attracted to me... in more than just a physical fuck my brains out way... Slim to none my friends.

Slim to none.