Me. Phy.
I need to feel wanted.
I need to be needed.
And not just by anybody, but by those I hold so dear.
For the 2nd time in my life, I feel like some part of me just died.
It ain’t a sinking feeling. It’s just a ‘dead’ feeling or what I think ‘dead’ feels like.
This is the point of no return.
I have gotten there, just when I thought I’d never.
I refuse to be someone who doesn’t matter, who doesn’t have an impact on the lives of those I hold dear.
I refuse to be just like ‘anyone else’, in the eyes of those I put on a pedestal.
I refuse to be anything else than the queen of my world.