No thought ever seems to be clear enough.
No thought ever seems to stay long enough.
Nothing makes sense long enough to grasp it.
Like a miraculous catalyst.
I feel like I let people run all over me.
Even though I put on that “Bad Bitch” mentality, I sometimes can’t be that way around some people. Certain people.
I’m just really sick of pretending to be someone I’m not for you. I can’t be that person. I’m too old and too smart to be what you want me to be.
Time for a revolution. A change. A transformation. A metamorphosis.
I’m shedding my cocoon.