Sometimes I do think that the men just don’t get it. In fact, the men are the complicated, emo mad ones. We’re not complicated, and neither are we unreadable.
Like what my gf say,
” I’m a book without a cover, so don’t judge me by the cover. ”
It does make some sense. We don’t play mind games, and all we need is something true from you. All we need is a companion. And all we need is your listening ear.
We never expect you to solve anything, but just someone to be there when we are down.
But yet things are complicated cause you never make a stand til it’s all too late. You never decide til you have let the chance slip past. And you never bother til we are all in tears, feeling angst and disappointed.
Why are men this way!? All of you shit load out there. When we are in pain, you keep blabbering. When we are in love, you keep cheating. When we are happy, you keep destroying. When we are angry, you keep rubbing.
What’s up with that?!?
You tried to be all that, but when you’re nothing. We are still there for you as friends, lovers or family. But time and time, childish ego gets into the way! Turning them back to little small boys, with a pea-sized brain.
It’s quite magical to that ever so often!!