That Part Of You That You Hate, That's Pretty Much All That's Left Day!
It was the part that you used to say was "holding me back" and "making me say the things that send people away." The part that you "need to work on" and "have to hold in check." Maybe a therapist could help you "figure out what fuels that side of me" you used to wonder, though you never bothered to find out.
Don't feel bad when you hear this. Honestly, this is what happens to 99% of human beings who turn 36. That part of you that you hate, the one that drinks exactly the wrong amount of alcohol at the exact wrong moment? The part that makes excessive demands of loved one that appease nothing more than your desire to prove that everyone will one day let you down? That part that quietly (except when you're drinking) believes that petowners are fascistic? That part is all that's left. But seriously, don't feel bad. The reason it's all that's left is because it was the only thing that was ever true about your character. Everything else was you making efforts to try to battle it and bury it under gloss. You're going to feel like a big weight has fallen off your shoulders in about six months.
Happy That Part Of You That You Hate, That's Pretty Much All That's Left Day!
