Bad Girlfriend.

I feel like screaming, letting

all my anger flow into one long

loud noise that never stops. Why

am I never satisfied with what I have?

Why must I always seek more, bigger,

better, more opulent … why can I not just

sit at home and be happy leading a quiet

life with my partner?

Why can’t I be a normal girlfriend, one who

sits at home and does crosswords? Or just

someone who doesn’t run after marriage and

kids on the fifth date – or whenever it was – or

someone who can just be happy being someone’s

girlfriend rather than wanting a pipe dream that won’t

ever come to fruition.