I'm a smart, feminist woman. Why did I get sucked into the Twilight series? And why can I not stop thinking about them? And why did they have to depress me so much? I need a distraction. Somebody save me.
I read all four in the last week. It's been over for a day and a half and I'm still thinking about them. It's pissing me off and I hate the stupid pit in my stomach. I hate wishing that life were so simple that an effing man could solve all my damn problems or that superhuman strength, speed, intelligence, and wealth could eliminate all longing. This sucks. I didn't need to delve into this woman's sick fantasies. Why did I bother?
I can't believe I'm posting this in public.
I read all four in the last week. It's been over for a day and a half and I'm still thinking about them. It's pissing me off and I hate the stupid pit in my stomach. I hate wishing that life were so simple that an effing man could solve all my damn problems or that superhuman strength, speed, intelligence, and wealth could eliminate all longing. This sucks. I didn't need to delve into this woman's sick fantasies. Why did I bother?
I can't believe I'm posting this in public.








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