#2333

Sometimes I manage to forget

(Just for a moment)

That I’m a shitty friend

And a shitty employee

And a shitty wife

And a shitty daughter

But then the knives come out and I remember again.

They’re a kindness, really;

If I get too comfortable I might start liking myself,

And we can’t have that, can we?

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