I have no problem not fulfilling my responsibilities.
At least those that don't matter all that much to me.
I guess I'm selfish in the sense that if I haven't fully committed myself or if I don't care enough about something I just don't do it, I dont go to it, I dont finish it. You get the jist.
I don't think that makes me a less of or a bad person. I just know what I care about, and what I'm willing to sacrifice for, and what I'm willing to follow through with.
My world seems to have been thrown off balance since he left.
I could never imagine being dependent on someone for stability. I never could imagine being dependent on someone to make my life have meaning. I never could imagine being dependent on someone for happiness. And yet, that boat seems to have picked me up, and decided to hold me captive. I don't feel as if I am a prisoner. I feel released, secure, safe. Happy. At last.
