I’m sick.
I’m sick.
Sick and tired.
Sick and tired of being the only female in a room of males.
Sick and tired of hearing the use of profanity in a hateful manner towards innocent people.
Sick and tired of everyone calling me ‘beautiful’ when I’m not.
Sick and tired of seeing people bully because they “felt like it”.
Sick and tired of watching as the girl in the relationship always ends up heartbroken.
I’m sick.
I’m so sick.
So sick and tired of being the only one that falls in love.
I’m sick and tired of it all...
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