There were some days I didn’t think was my best. I struggled with some sense and stability of insecurity. I was afraid I was too gone. Some of those days happened before I met you. Some happened after.
I didn’t know how much I was dependent on others around me.
So I walked thru the door, playing the messenger of my mom’s madness.
It was so weird how someone could tailor her insecurity.
Would you tailor mine?