tired of the same stuff

Yes, I am forced to believe that history is fond of repeating itself because it is so lazy to produce a different outcome.
I have grown to be more cautious about believing what people around say and do. I have learned to accept that this world has billions of lousy liars and billions of smooth talkers. I have learned that the best way to beat them is to kill them so this world can offer better adults to cute kids. I have learned to hope that it does not get to that point because it will be a bloody mess.
I know this will not make sense to anyone, because I am not ready and willing to divulge every single thing that was part of the trauma I endured just months ago. The point is, I made it look like a piece of shit I can just forget about after my recovery.
I am getting back to my old self: the woman who once had an ambition to be successful and rich, the woman who wrote poems and believed in fairytales (not those love-related stuff that you are probably thinking about), the woman who just loves to run after any available adventure, the woman who is not afraid of her limitations, the woman who can be described and judged correctly by her closest friends, and the girl who loves yellowbells and everything that shimmers.
I am that woman, and no man would ever come too close to me if they cannot satisfy my every want. No man would ever have any significant amount of my time and care if they are just playing around. No man would ever stand the chance to make me cry. No man would humiliate me. No man would physically and mentally abuse me. No man would redefine me.
I know I need someone to make me completely happy. And I don't care if I have to date every single damned man this planet has to offer, as long as it's not me who's paying the bill, I will go out. I will scare them to their wits and scare them away.
And I will be happy.
Until one comes around: One who will know exactly how to tame lions. Or trick lions. I don't care. I probably won't give a damn care about it until I find myself getting confused.
Right now, I am all about finding my own happiness. Let history burn in hell and add all "men busting underaged girls" (and that phrase came from one of the movies I've watched, I forgot the title though).
Amen to that. (God, I love hearing people say that in chorus).