Recklessly Thirty

While going through old posts recently, I realized that while I work with numbers on a daily basis, I still cannot count. My last two "Sometimes I" posts were numbered "Part 4"... Leave it to me. I guess it just goes to show I'm only human right? Sometimes I...  Don't care about grooming. Lets be honest, not every girl is going to shave her damn legs every damn day. So I skip a day or two here and there... What I tend to be really bad at is my eyebrows. There are weeks when those poor things on my face don't get touched at all but with water in the shower. Then I'm actually embarrassed when I go to my girl to get them waxed. You know, not when I'm dressed up and out in public. That's only slightly backwards right? Sometimes I... Notice the little things that make me me. Minuscule things that those who see me on a daily basis may never realize. Jewelry. I have 9 piercings in both ears, where a ring on each hand, and a necklace daily. When

Do you ever wonder if you've been ruined? Ya know, like for the next person? Hurt so many times and then this last time has completely struck you like lightning and left you burnt out on the whole trying to find someone, dating fiasco... That's how I've felt throughout the last year. I am a difficult person to open up sometimes. With men, it's hard for me to trust because of the lack of respect I've received in my dating disasters. Cheated on, beaten, severely mentally abused. How can you possibly believe that the next words out of his mouth aren't a complete joke or lie? You don't It's no secret that I'm a hopeless romantic. That's why I repeatedly put myself out there with my heart on my sleeve, only to look like a masochistic idiot. I'm not mad at myself, at least not too mad, for allowing my dating life to continue... in a negative light... but continue nonetheless. I'm mad at today's society. For allowing men (and women) to