I gave too much confidence, too much attention, too affection. And, yes, it's true: I created a monster. A monster that has a life that pleases him, but not full. So feel free to look, to satisfy his thirst at my expense. Feels entitled to control my actions, my feelings, with the right to claim any detail. Need inexorably have your life and mine as well. Attempt to deliver each time. The last time I tried it and ended up hating me a panic attack gave him a thousand explanations more. And with it has come to feel that I belong and it has subsided. I love him, so I do not like to hate me, but it's so selfish, like a real irrational not realize that I have the right to a life too, my own peace, my happiness ... To feel free, since that is what I choose. I consume. now my happiness is not next to this monster, or any other order to be Machiavellian, perhaps no other being in general.
you ever leave me happy and feed on me?
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