I
don't want a shoulder to lean on. I don't need it. The whole idea of
“Someone,
that special someone...!” is for me, a load of shit. I must
be
fully contained. No leakage, no spillover. Dependency is weak-
ness.
It's such a lie. Lying there in bed, in your lover's arms. She's
behind me, she
believes in me!
No one is behind me. I am behind
me.
I believe in me. I don't need any support group to keep my head
together.
I know what I have to do, so I should just shut up and do it.