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I FOUND MYSELF GIVING MY ARMCHAIR THERAPIST EXCUSES FOR EVERY WRONG THING I THOUGHT I DID. “I’M SORRY I’M FIVE MINUTES LATE, MY MUM NEVER HELD ME AS A CHILD”, “YEAH, I JUST SAW YOUR TEXT AFTER A YEAR OF ME OPENING IT. SORRY MY FATHER WAS PRESENT IN ALL OF MY SIBLING’S LIVES BUT MINE”, “I’M SORRY I FORGOT TO REMIND YOU TO TAKE YOUR INSULIN, EVEN THOUGH I PROMISED I WOULD. YOU SEE, I HEARD MY HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH CALL ME UGLY WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN.” I WAS LIKE A WITCH DOCTOR AND EVERY EXCUSE I HAD WAS A CURE FOR THIS, THAT AND MORE. “YOU WANT ME TO LOVE YOU WITH REASON AND NOT DISAPPEAR WHENEVER YOU HOLD MY HAND TOO TIGHT? SORRY, MY MUM LOVED ME IN THE MOST NARCISSISTIC WAY POSSIBLE AND NOW I FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND LOVE WITHOUT EGO.” - INDIE

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