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Girl Like Me Should Come with a Warning

I've learned that when it comes to my relationships, I'm the problem. I'm the reason for the arguments. I don't understand. I don't listen. I don't care. I don't answer questions correctly. I won't change. I don't consider other's feelings. I don't make time. I don't plan dates. I don't cook for them. I don't cook well. I'm always in/on my phone. I'm always on my computer. I'm always on a social network. I don't talk to them. I isolate myself. I don't try to bond with their family/friends. I'm sneaky. I lie. I hide shit. I'm secretive. I'm sensitive. I'm argumentative. I LOVE to debate. I'm stuck up. I'm not humble. I'm childish. I'm not sexual. I'm cold. I'm not affectionate. I don't care about how I look. I'm not tidy. I'm wild. I don't make good choices. I'm emotional. I'm rebellious. I'm not wife material. I won't let anyone in. I don't know what goes on in their life. I cheat. I'm stupid. I'm a bitch...  I'm too analytical. I'm like Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory. It's like I want everybody to know how smart I am. I like words. I like to manipulate words. I got things fucked up. I'm hard to talk to. I make conversations difficult... I'm petty. I ask too many unnecessary questions. I am aggressive in my speech. I am disrespectful. I'm passive aggressive... I'm immature

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