i feel you get to me sometimes. i block you out but you
keep tapping on my window. you say you love me but it's
always been conditional. if i let you in again, the cycle just
repeats. keep tapping away. that's all you know anyway...and
i can't blame you for that. but at the same time, i can't
be empathetic this time. this isn't a small favour. i lost
interest in being 'the good daughter' a while ago. if i
was never your 1st place then what's the point of racking
brownie points and bending over backwards to make you happy? you
had my respect when i thought you knew best and only wanted the
best for me. i still love you. a part of my heart is designated
to you...i've tried removing it but it won't budge. the
thing is that i love myself more. i have to love myself enough
for the both of us. because you have other priorities. meanwhile
i'm my only priority. i don't get the luxury of having a
plan B. this isn't a small favour. you can't make me out
to be the odd one. this is important to me. this is my life. when
will you understand?