I’m No Super Girl
Its funny how people around me think that I am emotionally unbreakable. How I laugh off emotional trauma like a Will Ferrel movie. And its even funnier if they see me breakdown and realize I’m as vulnerable as a peeled banana.
My bestfriend has known me since grade school but has never seen me crying like a faucet until last Saturday. I cried maybe because of what it felt like to be ignored? And if that was really the point all evening then yes, the person who ignored me succeeded.
Now she has come to fathom how much of a damsel in distress I really am rather than Super Girl who does not need saving.