Anew
I'm deprived of trust. Both ways. This shall feel like home. Abandoned, just like my own. I am just happy for never having put this out. Like I did with other things. You know, it's amazing how a person can feel bad just for acting like they think they should, listening to their instincts, going with their intuition. I just don't buy that anymore. Everybody would just act like they're expected to and hope for the best, 'cause that doesn't mean it will all go sweet and smooth. There may be bumps on all ways. Just that, if you go their way, you can blame it on them and not on yourself. Put out the act they are expecting and things will go. Not smooth, neither easy. But at least it's not yours on the line. Deprivation is the closest to familiar.