At least that\’s what I am guessing he thinks. To make me feel something.
On the way to the AAA office in Berkeley, I suddenly was incensed by his judgement. On University Avenue, as I was crossing the street, I suddenly felt this irritation build up. My mnd felt filled with fire, as I went over and over again what he said that night.
He can\’t judge me. How dare he judge me when we never spent time outside the house together except for those two times. How could he do such things based on what I write as deepest thoughts. How could I let him.
I couldn\’t let myself feel like a failure.
Don\’t let me feel that way.
He didn\’t know me as I am now. People who know me now wouldn\’t describe me as the way he described me.
I feel so reluctant to share myself with other people, but I know I will again. I always do.