I realised today that I have become far too dependent on a certain somebody to shore me up when I'm losing my marbles. I don't know about him, but I'm personally finding it disgusting (yes, I am disgusted at my own self).
It's not so much the fact that being dependent is a sign of emotional weakness (or to some, strength). But because from where I see it, if someone were to understand me even a fraction less than required, it would seem like I'm some needy sod, in need of constant assurance!
I hate being a bloody needy sod.
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