It's interesting to see how people feel like they are entitled to your time.
That you must share your secrets.
To every detail of your life.
To everything.
When they haven't shared anything with you.
When they have never given you the time of day.
When they were never there for you.
When you are their second option.
But they are entitled to your time.
To your secrets.
To your life.
To your everything.
But who are you?
You're not my friend.
You're not my lover.
So who are you?
Who are you to tell me that I must give up my time for you?
That I must give you attention?
That I am a bad person because I didn't share a vulnerable part of my life with you?
WHO.
ARE.
YOU?
You are NOT entitled to my time.
I DO NOT have to share anything with you, if I DO NOT want too.
You DO NOT need to know everything about me.
I DO NOT need to give you attention.
And I am not a bad person if I want to keep hurtful memories to myself.
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Self-Reflection
DiversosBasically writing about the people in my life and how I feel. Writing about the stuff in my head and unspoken feelings. I just need to let it out.
