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  • I've been proven right, yet again.

    Sometimes I get so tired of being right all the time. Really. For once, I'd love for a man to prove me wrong.

    Just one time. Please, give me a reason to trust you.

    Surprise me.

    It's funny how I don't get surprised anymore, yet I still get disappointed. You'd think at this point I'd have given up hope. But no, here I am, a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat and feeling sick with disappointment and frustration, all because I was hoping that maybe this time the male of my species wouldn't screw me over.

    "I told you so." I hear myself think.

    There's no satisfaction in being right. Not about this. Not ever.

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