I’m a lonely girl.
I do everything by myself. Anything.
I’m used to being alone.
Making my own decisions.
What I wanted to do and not do.
I become a fighter.
I fight alone.
I was battered and I self-healed.
I was drowned in my depression and I self-cured.
I was withered and I self-blossomed.
I make myself discipline, driven, responsible, and way from perfect. But I’m not a child. I’m an adult who knows my boundaries, my limits, my abilities, my difficulties, my stop, and my go.
I am who I am. I’m not someone who have to be told what to do. I know what needs to be done. I control myself.
So, I get irritated by people who are not what they’re supposed to be. Acting like a child when they’re not. Simply taking orders. Sitting quitely waiting for a command. Doing what they WANT to do instead of what they NEED to do. A child behavior.
Well… You’re not being fair! Am I?
Maybe it’s their weakness! Like you have weaknesses! I do have weaknesses, but as an adult, I work on it. Trying to do better. I don’t worsen my weaknesses by doing it over and over and over and over again. Or… I will stop if you ask me to stop. Maybe, if I want to stop. A child behavior.
You’re a narcissistic! If you put it that way. I am. Maybe because I was alone with me. Me is the shadow. Me is the image in the mirror. Me without an idol. Me is me. I know who I am. I’m an adult. Who are you?
You and you’re confused brain. You and you’re child mentality in your age. You and you’re idle mind. You and you’re world. Maybe you’re a narcissistic too.