I’ve always wanted to be the turtle. I swear.
But I want to be the turtle in comparison. Still the effusive, loving, and sexual cuddle queen – just out-tigered by someone that much more hopelessly head-over-heels for me.
Instead it feels like you have to be some French Bitch to get the kind of attention I crave:
Don’t let them see they’ve got you, and they fall all over themselves.
I just can’t fake it like that.
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