Men Suck!

Men suck! Single men, gay men, men in general, but especially married men. Some are pure snakes in the grass. They will talk to you, flirt with you, even spit a poem to you, claiming to be feeling you, knowing good and well they have a whole women at home they belong to. They take advantage of your singleness. They must sense desperation and prowl on the innocent. I hate them. It's hard enough being by yourself, but it's even harder when people are deliberately trying to play with your feelings.

I shouldn't care, but I do. I shouldn't let this get to me, but it already has. I shouldn't let this define me, but here I stand feeling like nothing.

How can you feel like nothing when you have everything and anything is reach?