Wait, I feel like ranting. I hate men, well not all men. I just hate men who are just like you. I think you just need to grow up. Not all girls are perfect, NO ONE IS. You constantly look for the one who will make your days more worth while, you grab every opportunity just to see us smile. You have managed to make us feel beautiful inside and out, we give you our all, we fall on pranks. But we don't need to tell you everything we've done just to attain that faint spark of triumph every time we are with you. And you say we are the ones who are changing, yes changed--we really have. We have transformed ourselves into perfect Barbie dolls, just to make your every day THE best day of your life.

I hate it. How we get all emotional, crying when you guys should be pleading before our feet. I hate men who are just like you. But I don't hate you. You are still my remedy, my medication, and my sanctuary. Isn't it ironic? I don't want you to leave just yet, 'cause you'll be waking up one day to realize that it should have been me all along. And guess what? I won't be there anymore when that time comes.