Whatever you do, don’t write this down.

Just this once?

You’re a whore.

I know. I just want people to like me. I’ll do just about anything. It’s crushing when I’m rejected.

No, I said you’re a whore, not a suck up.

Oh. I guess I could be a whore too.

No you couldn’t. You’re too much of a suck up. You wouldn’t have the balls to take the money. You’d do it for free.

I don’t know what my problem is. I can’t shake it. The feeling that I need to be accepted but am too scared to stick my neck out because it’s easier to wish you could be loved than to know that you’re hated.

Hated is a strong word.

I know. But it’s how I feel.

Lets get to specifics.

Okay, well, like I want to be a writer.

Ironic.

Yeah, and it’s simply a matter of writing and writing and writing until it all clicks and I have the confidence to put myself out there.

So?

Exactly.

What is this then?

Therapy. Actually, it’s homework. Do you know I have chosen not to write, or post, or leave a comment, or start a blog because I was afraid that my horrific use of possessive apostrophe’s would call me out as a fraud?

Apostrophes.

Exactly.

So you’re a fraud. So you’re a failure. So you get rejected. So what?

Everything.

Nothing.

Something?

Nothing.

A tiny little thing?

No fucking thing.

That’s a stupid platitude and you know it. Rejection is real and rejection hurts and rejection–

–Nothing