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Things I learned my last month of year 28:

1. Bars are scary places where people over 25 years old should not go unless you want to feel older than you are. However, you will feel smarter and classier than most everyone there.

2. You deserve more. You deserve everything.

3. I’m looking for a man who wants a partner in life, not simply a wife and baby maker.

4.  5 hours of sleep are not enough if you are over the age of 25.

5. The majority of men I come across fit into two distinct categories: 1. Aggressive, obnoxious men looking for their next conquest and who are “certain” they have exactly what you’re looking (not looking) for and 2. Malignantly shy men who are used to women throwing themselves as them and don’t know how to carry on a real adult conversation because they are rarely required to do so.

6. Running will not kill you, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise as your calves seize up, your lungs burn on fire, and random jerks in cars honk at you as you lumber down the sidewalk.

7.  Most men are dumb creatures looking for easy girls to use for recreational use only.

8. If someone from your past shows up unexpectedly and it causes an emotional whiplash-like reaction, pay attention: there may be a reason they have reappeared.

9. Do not allow anyone try to use you as their play toy.

10. No, you don’t need another human to feel complete nor happy.

11. I am the happiest, healthiest I have ever been. I am exactly where and with whom I am supposed to be right now.

12. No, I don’t care what you think about what I do, wear, or with whom I do or do not spend time with.

13. Thanks.

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