I saw her in a bar once, and she looked at me. And it was the exact stare you would imagine from her.
It was full of depth and weight and obnoxious self-empowered but jaded knowledge that you were gonna crush her soul and she was gonna be furious and end up really owning you forever.
I skipped the rest of it and walked the other way.
You don’t recover from this type of girl. Ever. You sorta just linger…. and wait to die.