While I was working on my New Year’s Plan this morning, my brain got invaded by another snippet from that messed-up story universe I was playing with earlier this year (here, here and possibly also here).
I think it’s trying to cast a vote for being included in that plan.
Be true to yourself.
Every time I hear that, I wonder ‘which one’?
I’m a number of different selves. Most of them get along fine, but there are some … yeah. There’s one who is so selfish that I can’t be her unless I’m okay with crying and suffering from a splitting headache afterwards. I’m generally not okay with that, so the bitch sneaks up on me now and again.
She never has any reason. She just wants to hurt.
I just want to stab her in the eye.
But maybe that’s her thing, y’know? Could be she just likes pushing me toward the edge just to see if I’ll jump.