Unfiltered Thoughts

So I'm checking my outfit in the mirror on my way out and I think to myself "I'm too hot to be ghosted". And I really am! Hot, that is.  I'm funny, intelligent, independent, charming, witty, compassionate, really overall just a fucking stellar person. My mother will testify to my awesomeness and it's no secret that I am my father's favourite. I mean, I know I'm also lazy, don't do housework or make my bed, pretty much fucked up most of my friendships due to this thing called clinical depression and I can also be a bitch. But I swear the good far outweighs the bad. And I am super aware of my faults and actively working on my childhood trauma. I apologize when I'm wrong and I'm in therapy! Who wouldn't want to date me? If I could, I would marry me, I'm a real catch. So you can imagine it only took my empowered feminist self a full month to finally gather the courage to tell the male friend I've been crushing on all damn

I really like like you  I like your face The way it lights up when you smile I like your facial expressions and how easily I can read them How we don't always need words to communicate I like the way you talk And the things you say I like hearing your thoughts Your view on this patriarchal society, feminism, race and religion I like the lazy weekends spent on the couch vegetating in front of the telly I don't even like television I like watching it with you. I like like how self aware you are And the fact that you're actively working on your childhood  trauma And becoming the best version YOU choose to be You're aware of your and have reconciled yourself to your biases And act accordingly Like how we both think most white people are racists but still give them a chance to prove us wrong, we are barely, wrong. I like the way you care for your sister Makes me wish I had a big brother, one just like you I like like you so muc