I had it all planned out... this was gonna' be a long post. Filled with pictures and photos... lot's of hearts and love.
Then something showed up: she did.
The stress I feel before a paper, before a big night, before a show... it can't compare the stress I get from just being around her.
She keeps stopping me.
I can't keep working hard and chasing dreams when all I get in return from her are crude paranoia and... conditions. She can't condition me into doing things her way.... Her way is hers. It's not freaking mine.
Why can't she see I'm worth more than this?
Criticise me all you want... it'll be secondary to hers. I can do sooo much more... but she won't let me go.
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