It is not the business of a Doktor to tell you pleasing lies.
I was told, just last night, that the response I made to a direct question dented someone's ego. It was an honest answer... It just wasn't the answer that would stroke his ego.
Yeah, I'm all done with pretty lies. I'm through with telling a man what he wants to hear, just to spare his fragile little feelings.
It starts off with the little stuff. "No, it's no problem." "Really, sweetie, I don't mind."
The next thing you know, you've "I don't mind"ed yourself into doing shit that, a decade ago, you never imagined you'd tolerate.
No more. Fuck that noise.
Guess what, boys? I may not be ready for another relationship, just yet... But I'm a hell of a lot closer than I've been in awhile, and maybe, just maybe, I'll look around a bit and window shop. See if maybe the feet I've got under me will hold my weight.
But, it's gonna be different, this time.
I'm through changing my words, changing my SELF in order to fit around your lives.
I've got my own life. I'm through breaking myself in places so I can fit around you. I'll bend... but by all that's holy, I'm not going to be the only one who bends, this time.
I'm not going to be as easy to get along with as I used to be, maybe... And I'm gonna do some damage, here and there.
But you know what?
I'm worth it.