I’m Terrible at Being a Girl
So much is lost on me. And, no, please don’t explain.
I am awaiting the knock on the door when they just come and revoke my girl card. I will hand it over with only a slight bit of embarrassment. I hope no one minds that I forgot I was supposed to bedazzle it sometime in the early 2000s. There’s a reason it didn’t happen. I didn’t want to do it.