Where was the question do you want anything from inside. As I sit quietly in the car.
I never lived a life of that kind of worry. They were every day mundane fears. You worry about big things like tax evasion or drug busts.
I worry about when I might get laid next. When we'll make it grocery shopping or what we'll have for dinner.
I'm so attached and detached at the same time from you. The amount of love I hold for you overflows in a way that it's uncontainable. To the point it's read as annoyance. These days I feel like nothing but an annoyance. It's hard feeling like I can't be myself.
I don't feel comfortable dancing in the car with you. I wish I did. And if I did I'm not sire you'd tell me to stop, but I feel you wish I would.
I feel like an outcast. Like your family would have rathered a woman from 5 years ago. Like I stole something that wasn't mine. Im a second thought to peoples plans. Again. An annoyance.
I constantly feel like too much. Like I do things wrong. Too much or boring? It's hard to tell. I'm sure it's all in my head.
It's hard to call things over. I've never been good at ending thing. It's like once you become comfortable in your ways. You would have to uproot your life from scratch. I already gave up everything to be here. I may not have what I want but I'll be better content then replanting myself.
I've stopped speaking up when it inconveniences others. I feel like habits I out grew and strength of come to possess has been slowly removed little by little. My uniqueness slowly fading into the background. I become the girl that regularly says, "whatever you want is fine". Holds me pee for three hours because I don't want to be the reason we stop.
I'm kinda to the point where I've lost myself. Which is my fault. But I've shrunk myself to fit in a box and now I'm scared people won't like who crawls back out. I'm sure it's all my insecurities. He started dating the real me, thats who he fell in love with. But he's not him either. Which one of us is the real version. We worked like that.
The level of pessimism and anger when the smallest things happen. Looking outward with blame instead of inward with a plan. A little problem solving goes a long way. Blame doesn't help anyone get anywhere. And you and your family have so much blame to point at everyone but yourself.
Once the glass is broken it's impossible to put it back together. I struggle with if it's you or me. What I've seen just won't go away. You've made me bitter. And maybe I do need more.
Its hard to tell if I'm being biased and blind or self depreciating and inwardly blaming. The truth is it's both. We both have growth. But I'm scared of losing myself. And I'm scared that somethings aren't changeable and involve me just giving in.

























