Holy shit she is vile. Look at these ridiculous stories she posted on instagram, "why I'm single." She lashes out on men who dont want to literally kill Trump, the says it sucks that she just cant find the one. Gee I wonder why?? Bitch is as bad as our gorl Jude.
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Oof. The pink text she added to that second one is a fucking doozy:
"Any dude out there actually believe in putting in work for a relationship? I haven't found one yet.
"They shower me in compliments, but the second I become a real person: they're gone.
"I am not my depression/anxiety, and I am worthy of great love."
I'll try to be sympathetic for a moment, because this is a common form of heartbreak: you meet someone you're attracted to; they seem to dig you, too; at first it's great because it's all so new and full of possibilities, and you're both on your best behavior because you're each enjoying that feeling of mutual attraction and don't want to fuck it up. And yeah, if it's going well, you both shower each other with compliments.
There's a reason they call this the "honeymoon phase" of a relationship.
Eventually, you get comfortable enough with your new beloved that your best behavior starts to slip, your hidden issues come out to play, and you each get to start seeing "the real me." And, often, "the real me" is not what either you or your beloved were expecting, or prepared for--or willing to commit to. He goes back to being rude to waitresses and shitty to other service workers, and starts making jokes at your expense. She, it turns out, has over $100K in student loan debt incurred by getting a useless degree at a fancy liberal arts college, and no means of ever paying it back. He has kids and an ex-wife who he never mentioned before. She wants kids, but can't see herself doing it in a traditional monogamous relationship, and asks if you know what polyamory is. He's a convicted felon, which will sharply limit his job prospects and ability to find better housing for a long time to come. She has turned her bedroom closet into a shrine to her all-time favorite band, Nickelback.
You get the picture.
All the wonderful possibilities that seemed to be present during the honeymoon phase suddenly shrink way down. Suddenly, you or your beloved realizes that the kind of future they were looking forward to isn't going to happen, because their--or your--"real me" is unable to make that happen.
And when the honeymoon period ends because you've revealed (intentionally or not) your mental health issues--the depression and anxiety that send you into a tailspin and leave you barely functional, and posting ghastly selfies like this to Insta, yeah, they're going to cut their losses, and bail:
Dealing with a beloved's emergent mental health issues in a long-established relationship is hellishly hard, and even when the afflicted partner gets help, a lot of those relationships don't make it. So what on earth makes her think some guy who has known her for less than six months is going to say, "Oh, no problem; I'm totally willing to stick around and commit to your sadbrained self and deal with your crippling depressive episodes that leave you a walking zombie, and your anxiety that has you seeing catastrophe where none exists! Who needs a bright future with a stable, happy partner? Not me!"?
Her expectation that some dude would actually stick around and deal with her mental issues--in fact,
should actually stick around and deal with them, because she is "worthy of great love," y'all--is unrealistic, to say the least. And it's almost comical, in a way, given that she's also posted this:
"You are not required to set yourself on fire to keep others warm."
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This saying, of course, only applies to Princess Casey;
she's the one who gets to declare what her boundaries are, how much she is willing to do for other people, and what sacrifices she is willing to make for love.
She has the right to refuse unwanted obligations, or anything that might impinge upon her happiness. But the men who date her, the ones she falls for? No. If they reject her as a partner because dealing with her mental disorders is more than they are able to handle, and because her anxiety and depression will diminish their chances of future happiness, and may have significant negative effects on both future financial well-being and the well-being of any kids they might have, that means they're shallow, selfish assholes who refuse to "put in the work" for a relationship.
"Any dude out there actually believe in putting in work for a relationship? I haven't found one yet.
There are plenty of good men out there who can and will do just that. You've probably even dated some of them. But they just didn't want to put in the work
for you. Gee, I wonder why.
"They shower me in compliments, but the second I become a real person: they're gone.
Rather than place all of the blame on them for high-tailing it out of your life when you reveal your real self, consider this: that the "real person" you show them isn't all that fucking great, and getting gone makes perfect sense to them.
"I am not my depression/anxiety, and I am worthy of great love."
Your depression and anxiety don't just create torment for you; they affect the people around you, too, in profoundly negative and painful ways that you don't seem to have considered. People with unstable mental health deserve help and compassion, but that doesn't change the fact that they can be emotional black holes that leave friends, family, and intimate partners feeling drained, exhausted, and hopeless in the face of their inability to do anything to remedy the situation. So while no, your depression and anxiety is not the sum total of who you are as a human being, they have enormous significance, and exert a negative influence on all of your relationships, to one degree or another. If you're not seeing it, you really, really need to take a long, hard, honest look at that--and thus why men GTFO once they're aware of it.
As for being "worthy of great love." no you're fucking not. If you were worthy of it, you'd already fucking have it, or at least you wouldn't have men burning rubber out of your driveway after you "become a real person." We live in a culture that keeps pushing the message that wanting something is the same as being inherently deserving/worthy of it, and while that's been very useful when it comes to selling people crap they don't need, and often can't afford, it's a pretty fucking disastrous attitude to take when it comes to relationships. You want to be loved; I get it; we all do. But your personality is kind of shit; you're a hot fucking mess both physically and mentally (and you can't tell me there isn't a link between the two); and then you post shit like this:
I mean, come fucking on; you're clearly no prize, and thus you're getting exactly the kind of love that comes with...not being a prize. Face up to it, get honest with yourself about just how desirable you are(n't), start taking baby steps to fix your busted shit at every level, and maybe you can be a "real person" who isn't such a man-repeller.
Alternately, stay as you are; we're always on the lookout for new cows to shitpost about, so it's no skin off our asses if you stay single and bitter.