What the fuck are you up to woman?
I don’t know. I reject Paulo Coelho. I avoid the self-help aisle, believe it might be infested with cockroaches. I do not want to be on some damn journey. I just want to be solid and sure like I have been in the past.
Of course, you do like security. Like to be in the know.
Yes, I do. I’m a thinker, a student, a practical woman. Jeezus
Well, there are times in our lives when we all make changes. This is that time? for you?
I don’t know. What good do changes do if you choose the same choices the next time you have the chance? What have I learned? How many times will I take care of someone else at the expense of myself?
You are a caretaker. Why do you deny yourself this?
Because my job is not to be everyone’s everything.
Why won’t you let anyone love you?
Why doesn’t everyone stop loving me? I just want to love me. First. I want to love myself. I want to be selfish and take care of myself. Just me. Just Me.
Give her some goddamned room.
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