Constipated

Emotional constipation.

Emotional diarrhoea.

Yes, I’m truly selfish. That’s why I always want my own ways, rejecting all your gestures of kindness. Perhaps that’s just my way of saying, “I may have a Superman in my life, but I can be my own Superwoman as well.” I’m not used to being submissive and feeble, and I don’t wanna bore people down with the little tantrums and discomfort I have once in a while. I can choose to whine and wring my nose like some girls do at the drop of a dime, and go on and on about the minor issues in my life. But I know that’s not purposeful, and all I’m going to do is to weigh you down emotionally. To keep my Super Sunshine from burning out (like you almost did), the least I can do is to keep my fingers tightly knitted in yours and tell you I’ll pull through. I can’t promise you I’ll be physically ok, but I’ll always be fighting hard psychologically.

Like what I always say, if I say I’m ok, I’ll be.