All my life I have paid the price, toed the line, and acted nice(ly). When does it pay off?
When are we finished? When will it be over and how will I know? Can I come off of medications? Do we end therapy? I need permission to pursue my dreams.
If I am called to achieve goals set by other people then I want a voice in the matter.
Perfunctory issues make me sick, leave me empty, and smite this juvenile life with sorrow.