I realize some girls were not lucky enough to grow up with the most supportive of families. I am aware of how insecure this makes them. I know it’s why they walk around with skirts hiked up to their buttholes, and why they drink and drug themselves stupid in vain attempts to attract attention, so easily mistaking it for affection. And for once, it’s not the fact that they’re contributing to the degeneration of all that women have worked so hard for a century to achieve that boils my blood. This time, it’s personal.
It’s one thing to be unsure of yourself and have bad self esteem and to do stupid things to make yourself feel better, but it’s a whole other ballgame when you decide to drag others through your mud over and over just to observe the effects, the amount they care for you and how much torture they would go through for you. This does not determine your self-worth, but rather how pathetic you are for stringing them along on your sad little ride, and it makes them look bad for being good people too.
Solve your own problems. Let others live their lives. Because you never know how far you’ll go to see how much someone cares, and you might just end up destroying them in the process.