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.
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