I'm a "pathetic cunt". I'm a "lazy piece of shit". It's always "all my fault". You can't "deal with me when I'm like this". All I ever do is either try to explain myself, help you, and then, inevitably, cry. I cry, because I'm scared. I'm nothing. I'm a loser. I'm defeated. I'm worthless. That result is of your making, not mine. I can't ever say I've done anything wrong because of how I am nowadays.
That's lovely. In my book now its handling archetypes - one that women try and emulate being 'the great healer'. That we cannot be any archetype continuously, only the archetype is constant as it's an ideal. That it's not achievable by humans to constantly be an archetype. I liked it. I thought of you and the pressure you put on yourself. Don't know if you still do. I do sometimes.
As I peered at my shattered reflection, a dark hatred filled my heart. It spread through my veins and set me on fire. They would regret the day they dared to defy me. They would regret the day they challenged the evil queen. -Makayla Abbink