A love struck Romeo sings a streetlight serenade: You n' me, babe, how about it?

It appears that the simple ways
of thinking, considering other
people's feelings, and evaluating
social situations have breifly
abandoned the minds of most
male figures in my life.
Do they all think like this?
Because if so, quite honestly,
I'm fucked. Boys are
bogus excuses for human
beings sometimes. Seriously,
who gave you the right to
act like such a ridiculous
piece of pond scum
sometimes? I regret
becoming closer with some
of them. Because it always only
takes one line to be
crossed for a completely different
monster to peek its beady eyes
out from under the bed. Screw
that, who wants to deal with
it? Not I. Girls are always
saying shit like "prove
to me that you're
different."
and I've
always
hated
that.
But
now
it's just
an honest
plea. From
all of us, really.
We hardly care about
how great of a guy you are
or could be, we need to know
that you are completely different
from the rest of the asses who've
screwed us over in the last
couple of epicly heartbreaking
chapters. Can you do that?
Prove it.