I’m sick of you.
I am sick of you judging me. Telling me how I feel. Telling me how I should be handling things. I’m sick of you making me feel insignificant.
You make me feel like I don’t know what I am doing. Like I don’t matter.
I am strong.
I am smart.
I can do it.
I am sick of you making me second-guess myself; telling me I’m worthless. Telling me I’m fat; That no one will love me. I’m sick of you making me feel like I have to compete with you. I don’t want to. I have nothing to prove to you. I have nothing to prove to anyone. I am happy with myself. I am happy with where my life is heading. I am proud of what I have done. I have made mistakes. I have fucked up hardcore. I am the first one to admit it. I know I have. But they are my mistakes to deal with. They are my mistakes that I need to fix. I do not need you to make me feel bad about them. I do not need you to keep reminding me about them. I do not need to you fuck me up even more than you already have. I am done with you. I am done with what you do to me, and how you control me. I am done with your negativity. With your attitude and with what you do to me. I am done. You need to go.
“Who are you talking to?”