October 9
Know what I hate? Double standards. I thought it's been stated numerous times that everyone has the right to equality, so why is there still such hated diversity among people?
If a guy breaks down in tears, or shows even the slightest morsel of hurt, he gets called wimpy, or a girl.
Why can girls be upset and get comforted without judgement, but when it's a guy, the entire world seems to be against him? I'm sick of all my friends, coworkers, and even my close family messaging me to tell me to be a man about this whole situation.
It's just ridiculous how I'm supposed to remain perfectly intact, while my life is crumbling before me. I can't resist the urge to cry, when my heart is being obliterated more and more every day by the women who loved me. My wife is with another man, laughing and kissing him, and apparently, I'm not allowed to give a shit without appearing weak.
I am a man, but that doesn't mean I should be falsely labeled when I cry.
If all the outside people saw me right now, listening to Photograph, by Ed Sheeran and devouring a pint of cookie dough ice cream (you're favorite), I can without a doubt say they would laugh at my pathetic excuse of being a man.
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