This is not a happy tale.
Nor is it particularly sad.
It's a story about a girl who became a woman. She took so long to do it because she was desperate to be loved. She thought if she tried to please everyone, pasted a smile on her face and always put her own needs last, it would happen. It HAD to happen. Couldn't they see all she did for them? Couldn't they see she needed them?
One day, she said, "Enough. No more. It's my life." She walked away from the people that used her. She remembered the things she liked to do: watch terrible horror movies, read anything from history books to trashy romance novels, go window-shopping with no intention of buying anything and buying far too many bottles of perfume.
She said, "I refuse to change for anyone, to compromise what's important to me in order to make someone else happy. If you want something different, you are free to leave." She deleted phone numbers that never called or texted back anyway.
In the culling, there was one thing she stopped that she never meant to. Pen to paper, typing on a Word document; the desire to tell stories hadn't gone away, it just got lost.
For now, it's back. I hope it doesn't go away again. This is me. I hope you'll be back.
COOL!!!
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