Many girls dream of being in their 20s and dating the most perfect guy who they'll wed in the near future.
We imagine what our kids will look like, what sports they'll play and what activities they'll excel at.
We plan every detail of our lives before we even know how to kiss a boy. It's in our nature to imagine a life with a family.
Unfortunately for some 20-somethings, we end up living in the same room we've had since we were toddlers and binge-watching murder mysteries with our best friends in our spare time.
We don't have a wedding in the near future. We don't even have a serious, long-term relationship in the works.
We're on our own, and we're painfully reminded of that with every engagement post on Facebook from yet another girl we graduated high school with.
As much as I hate to admit it, I can relate to these girls.
For as long as I can remember, I've been a hopeless romantic. I'm a dreamer at heart, and it's no different when it comes to relationships.
I've been screwed over by more guys than I can count, and there's not one single guy interested in me right now. (If you secretly love me, please let me know.)
Despite the heartache and embarrassment guys have caused me, I'll continue to be a hopeless romantic and I hope other girls will be, too.
It's so hard to believe that one day, someone is going to want us just the way we are.
We get so used to guys picking apart our every flaw and using it against us.
We grow accustomed to being lied to and used. We start to think it's acceptable for guys to lead us on just to tell us they can't be in a relationship.
Sometimes we run into so many bad apples, we forget there are just as many good ones out there.
After being hurt so many times, we default to keeping our distance from guys and keeping our expectations low.
We run right back to the nagging thought that all guys are the same. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do the same thing, but I try my best to avoid the dark hole.
What if you push away the guy of your dreams because the last guy you hooked up with was a total douche?
I've been hurt a lot, but only because I put myself out there a lot. It's a blessing and a curse.
I feel everything so deeply: the good, the bad and the ugly. I hate that about myself when I've been hurt, but when I take the time to think about it, I wouldn't want it any other way.
My heart may break a little harder than most, but it also loves a little harder.
The pain I feel from a meaningless, almost-relationship is real. It's not earth-shattering, but it's more than most people would feel.
Some may call me crazy, but I don't think that's fair.
I trust people when they tell me they like me and won't screw me over. Naïve? Maybe. But I like to have hope in people.
I think everyone deserves a fair chance, despite the pain I've been put through by others.
Truthfully, when another guy lets me down, I take my time to sulk and feel sorry for myself.
I curse off the latest guy who hurt me and swear they're all the same. Then I pick myself up, brush it off and remind myself it's him I should feel sorry for.
I'm pretty great, if I do say so myself and it sucks for any guy who doesn't see that. I suggest every other girl takes the same approach.
So, to the girls who have been repeatedly screwed over I leave you with this: As sorry as I am these men have hurt you, it's them I truly feel sorry for. They're the ones missing out on a great person, not you.