I am Strong

I am strong, Hear me roar! I don't need any fucking man telling me what to do or what he wants. It's called self respect.

I will stand on my own two feet and ignore the desire to call you to hear the sound of your voice. I will bask in the joy of knowing that I am in great shape and have a nice ass. Enough to make some bodybuilders take notice :)

You on the other hand are nothing but a fat carpenter. You are very sweet and an incessant flirt but none the less a fat carpenter. Your body leaves much to be desired. Looking back I cannot believe that I have been fucking a fat man! You used to make up for it in other ways but now you just assume that I am available whenever you feel the desire and that is obviously not the case. I cannot believe that you can attract women given your physique but hey, it seemed to work on me so I guess it would work on others.

I dare you to go and try finding someone prettier, sexier, hornier and in better shape than me. I dare you to try and find all of those and who makes a six figure salary. Oh and can keep a secret til death.

I always think of it this way. If a person died how much would I miss them and is it worth it for me to be mad at them when they leave the house, just in case something happened.

I livelife with no regrets... I do not regret falling for you or becoming intimately involved with you. As a matter of fact, I am glad I did those things. What I do regret is feeling like a wallflower girl waiting to be asked to dance. Every day waiting for the phone to ring to confirm you desire to be with me or even just friend chat with me. I regret that I get stupid enough to feel like the poor high school girl waiting for the popular boy to take notice of her. And when he does, she is thrilled to death, dotes on him only to have him use her to carry his books, do his homework, run errands and hang out with her only when the other cool kids are not around. Because heaven forbid someone see them together! Oh mortification.

We have all done that to someone or another at some point. Our social hierarchy is such that we always want acceptance and think that the epopular crown offers us that. How wrong we are! We can blame it on our yound when we are younger but what's the excuse as we get older?

ROAR!!!!