I’ve been getting some shit for this, so let me clear up a few things: A lot of my friends who aren’t my actual friends don’t like me, so they don’t respect me or my style or my looks or anything like that.
They think I’m a total bitch.
They don’t care about my personality.
I don’t have the most positive interactions with men I meet, so I don.
A lot more than they do.
I’ve heard it from friends who haven’t had to deal with me that they don, too.
I’m not even sure why that is.
I think it has to do with how they feel about themselves.
It’s hard to tell how a guy who is getting shit for being a woman would react to a situation where a guy with a different gender reacts in a way that would make you want to leave him.
That’s a really shitty feeling.
It has nothing to do like I’m trying to be a role model for other women.
I mean, how many times have you heard that?
I’m getting shit because I’m white.
That doesn’t mean I’m being racist.
I can tell that a lot of people don’t see me as a real woman, but they are not being racist towards me.
I am not trying to make people think I am, so what I am saying is that I have had my fair share of sexist comments.
There have been a lot in my life that have been just rude, but I’m going to give you an example of how I have dealt with it.
I was a little girl growing up in the ’80s, and I used to be the one who would yell at my brothers and sisters, like, “Oh, look at me!
I’m so pretty!”
I’d always have to stop myself from saying those things.
I used that to say that my brothers were ugly, too, because I couldn’t stand it when they were.
I never knew why I was so offended.
It wasn’t just because I was white.
I had friends who were like that and I just felt that I was wronged, so it just got worse.
A couple of years ago, I started dating a girl who was really nice and very attractive.
It was nice to be around, but then she started getting really rude.
I couldn- and I still don’t- know what was going on, but she started screaming at me like, and it was really hard for me to handle.
I felt like I had been wronged in some way.
I told her to go fuck herself, because she was a bad person and she had made some bad decisions, but it just made me feel so uncomfortable.
She was so angry.
She just wanted to get off.
I tried to explain to her how it was a misunderstanding and that it was just her way of making me feel bad.
She would get mad and then she would start screaming, and that just made it worse.
Then she started yelling at me, and even though I was apologizing, she would get angry and say, “Why did you do that?”
She was just so mad and I couldn.
I just kept telling her that I don- I’m sorry and that I didn’t mean anything by it.
She wouldn’t listen.
She kept screaming at us.
I would just go, “Stop!
You’re not going to hurt yourself!”
She would scream, “I can’t breathe!”
She was screaming and screaming and she would just keep yelling and screaming.
It got so bad, I just stopped talking to her for a few days.
It just got really bad, and then I realized that it wasn’t a mistake.
I could see her getting more and more mad and it started getting worse and worse.
I ended up not talking to anyone for a month.
I started getting in touch with my brother and sister, but the reason I didn’t stop talking to them was because I just had to talk to myself.
I realized I was just like, Okay, I am just getting more mad.
I thought, Okay maybe I’m just being too sensitive, and maybe I should just go away.
I really needed to get away from that girl and just go home.
I have to remember that I wasn’t the only one.
I remember the day that my girlfriend said, “Do you have any girls?”
I said, Oh, my God.
I went home and looked at the clothes I was wearing, and there was a bunch of really nice girls.
I looked in my closet and there were two girls in it, but one of them had a huge bag of cash.
I walked out of the house and I thought it was her fault.
That was my reaction, that I thought she was trying to get me to leave.
But that was the only time I ever thought that, like. I