I've had enough! I'm tired of taking care of myself. Screw it. I don't want to be a strong, independent woman! I want to be a woman that does nothing all day. No wait. I take that back. I want to shop, organize charity events, shop, travel and play tennis and be pretty (I think I could be really pretty if I had my own makeup artist and stylist).
Ladies, I don't know about you, but I'm over it. I want a man to take care of me. I've taken care of myself, and guess what? It's too hard, and I’m tired (and at such a young age, too). I want a rich, fine man—with a smoking hot body and nice skin—to pay my bills. Hell, I want that fine man to buy me nice things and take me to beautiful places. I want to travel too. I want to fly on a private jet. I want to spend my weekends on Martha's Vineyard, dammit!
Is it too much to ask? Does it make me look bad? Does it make me look weak? Well, guess what? I don't care anymore! Struggling is for the birds, and the thought of living a bland, typical, average, American lifestyle (credit card and student loan debt included) is not very appealing to me.
