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I am realising, more and more, that my self is fragmented. There are parts of my psyche that I have killed because they were problematic. And yet now, I miss them. I wish for them. The fragments that still remain, I want nothing to do with. I am tired of being anxious. I am tired of feeling the imagined pains of others. I am tired of feeling helpless. I am tired of keeping shut when I want to scream, and knowing that this silence is nothing good, is destructive. That this silence is going to kill me one day, piece by piece. I am tired of being told who to be. As if, the plain old me is not sufficient, As if I can't decide who I want to be. I just want a little space in which, I get to be whoever I want to be.
