To be very honest I think no one even reads this so I guess I can afford to be more honest about my feelings and stuff (ha ha who am I kidding this is the Internet)
Since Gladys is in the shower rn and I’m nicely tucked in bed with the cooling aircon blowing and my soft pullover, I’ll reflect a little.
Growing up a single child, I’ve never had to share my stuff and this has over the years compounded into an innate sense of selfishness in me. I hate that. How sharing is never really in my genes and I have to purposely remind myself to share with others and offer them my things. It really sucks that my personality is so much worse than them and ughhh. It does not help that the people around me are so nice. Alright. Sorry for the rant.