I am trying to be good, here I am waiting again. And I don't remember time ever moving so slowly.

An interesting point is that when I think that I will be rejected, my head calls it "realistic". But when I think about things actually working out, Frank missing me, aka being worth being in relationship with (anyone), being appreciated for exactly who I am, that same part of my brain says I am being "idealistic".

Who is this voice that has taken my brain hostage? Why does it say I am so undesirable, that I am destined to be left? What's up with that?

Hello, Inner Critic. I wish you would find a new job.

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