I can be really mean in my head.
Really mean.
I don't really know what it's coming from. I haven't been wronged. On the contrary, I've just been treated nicely.
I think at the first sign of clinginess or neediness I do this emotional recoil, not unlike how I would react to spotting a daddy-long-legs behind my bed.
Which is dumb - because who do I think I am?
But really. I'm so mean in my head.
And the thing is, I'm not sure that's so different from just being...mean.

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