Showing posts with label help. Show all posts
Showing posts with label help. Show all posts

Thursday, 24 July 2008

What I don't want

I don't want to arrange things for you ... or you ... or you.
I don't even want to arrange things for me.

I don't want to be responsible.

I don't want to be an adult.

I don't want to make decisions.

I don't want to have to tell you about the flashbacks.

I don't want to be responsible for keeping myself safe.

I don't want to feel guilty.

I don't want to be a parent ... a child ... a wife

I don't want to "be good".

I don't want to make sure other people are OK, or happy.

I'm not really sure i want to exist*

*
(but i will, because i have no choice in that really.)