What the fuck does a woman have to do? Every waking morning, every miserable falling of night, and all the little moments in between, of my life are spent thrashing in the deep, dark blackness in pure resistance. Resistance to the denial of a lasting, credible love. I find love, sure, but it's hardly lasting, or credible in retrospect. The women are too selfish, young, immature, dense, old, stubborn, proud. Years have been wasted, I can now clearly see, in maintaining the faith in women to be true to the concept of being in love. At least for me. It's true, I could work on showing my appreciation a bit more, and my defenses could use a little wearing away, but is that so significant to rip from me my heart, now, for the second time? So destructively so that I'm forming a respectable contempt for love? What the fuck does a woman have to do to finally be worthy of a woman worth being worthy for?

Yet another cliche, emotionally pained... individual. How pathetic? I may as well laugh right now.

She loves herself first And she quits looking for love outside. The rest follows. Pretty much.

stop dating selfish, young, immature, dense, old stubborn, proud women?

then who is left?

Point me in the direction... of those that aren't, and I'll put my running shoes on.

Run toward yourself first. Seriously, this is all good advice.

read this seriously. If you are open to it, it can change much for you. Otherwise? therapy. Lots of it.

You could always try to create the perfect woman

if only that worked I would sign up every night.. :)

Will we have to wear bras on our heads? Oh, who cares, I am in!!

I know I'm late, but I just wanted to say, I FEEL YOU! And it was beautifully put. If you're not already you should start writing.