Disjointed Guts
I've always been one of those people. The ones who define themselves by whatever others think of them, the ones whose entire identity often revolves around whatever romantic expectations they have at the moment. I always need someone to tell me who I am, and what my value is. And it all works just fine until I find out they're not reliable, that they will abuse their power over me, play games or simply disappear without a word, and then my insides are all just lying there disconnected and not making any sense, a puzzle that will not come together. Nothing unsettles me like puzzles not coming together. One of these days I'll need to begin finding my own grounding for myself.
