"You know me, right? Surely I can do this if I want to? You shouldn't look down on others for small mistakes. Nobody is perfect, so nobody can say anything negative and boring about me."

I know you, but you don't know me. Even in your childhood and adolescence, you were constantly busy thinking about celebrities in ridiculous bands and other zero statuses like what clothes and hairstyles you wanted. You dyed your hair, planned to get a small tattoo on your neck and you stuck a metal thing in your belly button, as if this would elevate your life and change the fact that you can't get a real life. You even got some hobby to hook your existence on.

"I'll never trust anyone completely again. It feels like no one sees me or listens to me. No one cares about anything other than themselves. It's only money and asserting yourself."

The feeling of betrayal left you with a desired fact about your confirmed inadequacy: You became a victim with a free pass to push others down. When you cried and couldn't understand how you, who is such a good being inside, could be betrayed and abandoned; then your inviolable status was threatened. With your emotional whirlwind, you threw everything negative at the molded identity these weak betrayers had inflicted on you. All these ill-conceived fantasies about all "men's" debts to "women" for all these countless thousands of years of imagined thralldom were the foundation. Life is not even perfect when you are perfect...

"I'm good looking, right? All the guys are drawn to me like I am a sugar cube. Others look up to me and want to be like me. We women compete with each other."

You wanted to control, change and fix up your owned guy to obey and thus live and work for you like a doll. Your life was so pitiful that you could only parasitize through others in an empty world of desperate superficiality; as if it were reality... The thoughts were in emptiness and today's standardized opinions: Boundless stupidity with words instead of content. Emotional games and baseless hatred that you want to call love. Therapy and medication are status. TV. Cats and dogs for your only possible equal closeness and love. The rottenness is in you personified. Something positive? No. You are a product and still lack the insight that you are deceived, dissatisfied and twisted.

"This is what applies in society. I don't have to think, just agree. What is on TV is right."

You are not a woman, or even a full-fledged human being. Not even physically can you fulfill the minimal demands and desires of a single healthy man as a woman anymore. You are conceited and false and believe that your "friends" who lie and know nothing of value are the normal state... Your strength is to mock others with your "friends" in support for the backward and dirty being the intelligent and right. The false social existence in society is your status ladder to a participatory community. You are really not some kind of rebel with a desire for freedom, you are sadly a brainwashed whore without a present and a future. Of course, that is normal so I will not say anything...

The generally defective always become rotten and without hope.

I know real women and you are not even the same species.