Lot in life…

The only thing worse than becoming a lonely, jaded spinster is coming to the realization that you didn’t reach said point by choice. For the first time in five years I opened my heart and exposed whatever small shred of vulnerability I had left and it was taken advantage of in a nearly identical manner as the first time around. This proves once and for all what I think I’ve subconsciously known all along; the sign on my forehead screaming “PRETEND I’M THE GREATEST DISCOVERY YOU’VE EVER MADE, THEN GET SICK OF ME AND BLOW ME OFF REPEATEDLY UNTIL I FINALLY END THINGS SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO” is not removable.