I know you resent the girl inside you, the one who needs me. She’s weak, and stupid, and she makes you do things that shake and thrill and disturb you. You call her a traitor.
That’s bullshit. She’s not the traitor. You are. She’s being true to herself. She’s accepting life and making something from it. She’s risking everything she has to feel something meaningful. What are you doing? What are you achieving? You’re just the bitch trying to tear her down and bully her back into hiding.
But she’s mine, and you don’t get to pick on her.