I don't hate men.
I just can't seem to connect with (some of) them as strongly as I can with most women. I don't think this makes me unhealthy, so I don't want to be analyzed or judged because of it. I don't need your "help" or your supposed pity. You couldn't dry my tears. She did.
At the same time, I am confused, and I have a right to be. Life is fucking complicated.
Especially mine.
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