Dating is for the birds. Or the fish. Or whatever animal doesn't get their heart broken repeatedly. Not that I'm talking about myself, mind you, because we all know I'm a strong, independent woman. Any inkling that my big, pink heart is actually made out of glitter and jello would be a lie.
Still, I wish it was a little more sturdy...not prone to emotion. Why do I have to care? Why do I even try? I should just go back to being a hermit. At least that doesn't hurt, right?
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