Why do we allow ourselves to feel this way? Why do I feel like he will not love me? Why do I feel like my world would crash down upon me if he knows that I'm not perfect?
(And let's get this straight: we live together. He knows. I'm not hiding anything, even if I pretend I am. He knows me. So why am I obsessed?)
"Sex and the City" keeps validating my deep-seated fears. I must stop watching.
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