I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much. And now I'm showing you mine. I'm but an average, untalented girl living in suburbia attempting self-discovery. I am ordinary. I live an easy life and yet I'm still unhappy; I'm hoping keeping track of my thoughts will make this easier to understand. I care little for other people's emotions. I lie to others to make my own life easier, but not ever to ease their suffering. I will not lie to you. My thoughts are my own, not easy words fed to me by my parents or my government. I am part of no church, and I believe in no god. The only thing I need to be saved from is my own mental unrest. I ate his heart then I swallowed his brain. If you don't love me back, I'll do it again.
Any person that runs around touting the validity of misandry needs to learn the difference between social expectation and opression. Men being expected to like fooball, have big muscles, etc and getting made fun of when they don’t is nowhere near the same as women making less money than their male counterparts even when they have higher degrees and better positons simply because they’re women, or the constant victim blaming and objectification of women. But of course men can’t understand that, because most of them unconsciously contribute to the system that aims to keep women tame and submissive.