Pick Up Your Broken Heart Rant.

How sad.

And yet, almost all of the women I meet go through the acts in this picture.
I certainly did.

But why must women be portrayed as a weak, overly-emotional, helpless race of humanoid that so many classify us to be?

Research states that the passage-way connecting our brain's left and right hemisphere's is thicker in women than in men, therefore females are able to comprehend the complexities of life better than males (which include emotional and intellectual understanding).

It's time that women use their thicker passage-way-thing to their benefit, instead of letting MEN ruin their lives and affect their decision making.

Women!

We musn't let men make us bitter souls! They don't deserve the right to make us feel that way -- only we do! And we don't deserve to feel that way, damn it!

So you pick up your shattered heart that he so carelessly renounced to pieces on the floor, super-glue it back together (because super-glue fixes everything) and tell that ape of a man to high-tale his ass to asshole-ville! Karma will take care of the rest (I know this for a fact).

Live your life as though it didn't happen, because as women, we're stronger than that.
We watch gallons of blood descend from our bodies every frigging month (that's messed up all on its own). We raise entire families as single-mothers--we go through the process of CHILD BIRTH ('nough said).

Let's be strong and LET OURSELVES be happy. Those motherfuckers will see what they're missing, eventually. Most importantly, you'll realize that you benefited more from their leaving than you ever would have if they stayed.

Feel free to slap my other cheek.

Chubb treats me like a retard that shouldn't ridicule him in any way, my mom treats me like a little child with no opinion that thinks that everything should be my way, Baldy forgot he had a sister (that he VIOLATED lmao, shouldn't he try and make it up to me forever or something? I think he thinks I forgot ... nooo waayyy broo), Emma doesn't bring Xander around anymore ...

My point is that I'm not being paid the respect that I'm due in my family. I do a lot of shit in my home, and for my family, and I only expect to be listened to without being called stupid, being told to shut up, being yelled at, or be ignored. I do too fricking much to be slapped in the face aaaallll theee ttiiiimmeee.

If my mom weren't being menopausal/bitchy and Chubb weren't being a fucking asshole, my life would be better, but I can't have a civil conversation with my mother without her telling me that everything has to be my way, and I can't tell Chubb anything at all without him acting like a fucking 3 year old. If I didn't work so hard the last two years, what the fuck would they be eating right now? Uhhh, NOTHING probably. And I BURNED MY FINGER TODAY making YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND food, you cunt.

I try very hard to remember that I'm not getting raped everyday, or eating once every 2 days, or wondering whether my house is gonna be bombed tonight; there are worst situations. Once I have a job I won't be thinking about any of this, but when the fuck is that going to happen. Like, Universe! I actually neeeeed a jooob ... I'm not like these fuckers who plan to shop with their money, or save up to buy some really pretty guitar I don't need (no offense). I need to pay my school!!! I have to help with my home!!! Like, I owe money mart lmmaaoo ... I only ask that I work somewhere that will garner growth (a.k.a not McDonald's)!!

Why won't you let me have this???