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I turn. I change. I forget the way I should be, the way I want to be. I am not who I think I am... who I thought I was. It's him. He makes me less of a person. He makes me... less.
I'm not proud of myself for yelling at him. I'm not proud of the fact that I attacked him face to face. I'm not proud that I talk about him behind his back. Am I in the right? How can anyone decide? So what if I think I'm right. He thinks he's right. Every man is right and every man is wrong.
I'm wrong, too.
I can't handle this stress. But there's nothing that I'm ready or willing to do about it. He thinks he's had the world crumble on him before. He has no idea.
Narcisist.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Keep my head above water. Keep swimming. Don't drown.
I'm not proud of myself for yelling at him. I'm not proud of the fact that I attacked him face to face. I'm not proud that I talk about him behind his back. Am I in the right? How can anyone decide? So what if I think I'm right. He thinks he's right. Every man is right and every man is wrong.
I'm wrong, too.
I can't handle this stress. But there's nothing that I'm ready or willing to do about it. He thinks he's had the world crumble on him before. He has no idea.
Narcisist.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Keep my head above water. Keep swimming. Don't drown.