contradiction and consistency
there are many things i don’t understand about you. when i do good i wonder if you care at all. when i feel like i achieved something great, i look at you and your reaction is so small.
when i approach you with an opportunity at work, you say i’m not good enough, and they won’t see the appeal in me. but when i hold back because of my lack of experience, you scream about how lazy i can be.
even with my friends, your input is so confusing. when they succeed, you use it against me. “they’re leaving you behind and moving on with their lives.” but when they fail, you say it brings out the worst in me.
everything seems to be my fault. it’s exhausting coming home to the insults and pressure the fact that this is everything i knew about you my whole life i wonder if all this shit brings you pleasure.
you’re a walking contradiction, with what you want and what you give. if one thing is consistent: every time i talk to you, i question my will to live.
