Hurt people, hurt people

I don't wear immense amounts of eye makeup - it's trashy.
I don't have sleeves of tattoos - it's trashy when paired with immense amounts of eye makeup.
I don't dress like a skank - modest is hottest.
I love nature - I'll go camping.
I love walks in gardens - wish it would happen more often.

Are all men the same? I haven't come across a happy medium of sane and protective. My past boyfriends or relationships have been filled with over insane moments and incredibly strong protective instincts. I'm not sure why I'm even writing this. I have no need. Other than I'm feeling a bit awful. It's funny how someone isn't who you thought they were, and how dumb one may be to actually believe what they thought was the truth, AS the truth.

Hurt people, hurt people.

It's a sad and ever repeating cycle. When I was younger I told myself to not care. Therefore I didn't. After a 13 month long relationship, filled with bumps and mountains, it changes a person. I found I do have the capability to care. I hate it. I don't want to care. I don't want to know. I don't want anything to do with anyone, yet I'm forced into the societal standards of dating - of getting to know someone - of enevitably getting hurt. Which has now lead to me to hurt others, for I am hurt - dominoing into them becoming hurt. By being a hurt individual, you may be hurting the rest of the world. Maybe not instantaneously, but eventually.
I write this...
Not sure why...
Maybe to
get some
steam off?

...whatever steam that may be?

I shouldn't care, therefore I won't ever get hurt, therefore I won't feed this frenzy of hurt people hurt people anymore. How ignorant and niave do I sound?



get me outta here.