Tuesday, August 24, 2011

Good bye, my wild child. I will not longer allow you to keep beating me down so that I continue to feed you. You never allow me to feel good enough for long enough to say goodbye. As soon as I start feeling better, you get worried and start whispering in my ear. While I am taking care of you, I can do nothing else very well I sacrifice everything for you-my confidence, self esteem, self worth, happiness. You are like a toddler, thinking you are the boss. YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!