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You can read this. Your character can't.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say Ken wants me back.
That bastard.
Joe decides he doesn't want me and Ken decides he does?
Joe has *all* these reasons for why I'm not good enough for him. I've changed. I'm a monster. I *never* judged him. I never thought he was a monster. I never put him on a pedestal and now...I put Ken on a pedestal...I put Ken on a pedestal and we broke up when he didn't live up to my image. But he was brutal and dominating and he never listened to me. Everything was on his terms. I thought he'd be more like Joe. Isn't that crazy? I thought he'd be tender and pay attention to me and my feelings...not be brusque with them and...but I never thought he was a monster.
Joe thinks that anything that's different from what he thinks I used to be means I'm turning into a monster. He's crazy. He thinks he's a monster. No woman who ever loves him is ever going to be good enough for him. That fool. Not Lucy, not Dinah, certainly not me. I should have noticed. He will isolate himself. He will make himself all alone. I can't fix that. I thought...I thought...whatever. He needs to free himself from that insanity that he's a monster.
No one I love is a monster. No one. But if he counts for so little, someone who's devoted to him can't count for much too. This is what Joe has taught me. If a man is convinced he's not good enough for you, you will come around to his point of view someday, no matter what he wants to do.
What is wrong with me?
Why do these two people step all over my heart? Why do I let them? Why am I so open with them.
I hate Joe for not seeing me.
I left Ken for not seeing me.In my heart
And now this shit? Sweetheart? Kissing on the cheek? Looking at me with those eyes? It's like he's taken a page out of Joe's book.
I don't deserve this crap.
They're both crazy.
Fucking Mr. Wilson would clear my head in comparison.
I've loved them too long and too hard but this is bullshit.
Utter, bullshit. They're just dealing with their own feelings and needs and rivalry.
BASTARDS.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say Ken wants me back.
That bastard.
Joe decides he doesn't want me and Ken decides he does?
Joe has *all* these reasons for why I'm not good enough for him. I've changed. I'm a monster. I *never* judged him. I never thought he was a monster. I never put him on a pedestal and now...I put Ken on a pedestal...I put Ken on a pedestal and we broke up when he didn't live up to my image. But he was brutal and dominating and he never listened to me. Everything was on his terms. I thought he'd be more like Joe. Isn't that crazy? I thought he'd be tender and pay attention to me and my feelings...not be brusque with them and...but I never thought he was a monster.
Joe thinks that anything that's different from what he thinks I used to be means I'm turning into a monster. He's crazy. He thinks he's a monster. No woman who ever loves him is ever going to be good enough for him. That fool. Not Lucy, not Dinah, certainly not me. I should have noticed. He will isolate himself. He will make himself all alone. I can't fix that. I thought...I thought...whatever. He needs to free himself from that insanity that he's a monster.
No one I love is a monster. No one. But if he counts for so little, someone who's devoted to him can't count for much too. This is what Joe has taught me. If a man is convinced he's not good enough for you, you will come around to his point of view someday, no matter what he wants to do.
What is wrong with me?
Why do these two people step all over my heart? Why do I let them? Why am I so open with them.
I hate Joe for not seeing me.
I left Ken for not seeing me.
And now this shit? Sweetheart? Kissing on the cheek? Looking at me with those eyes? It's like he's taken a page out of Joe's book.
I don't deserve this crap.
They're both crazy.
Fucking Mr. Wilson would clear my head in comparison.
I've loved them too long and too hard but this is bullshit.
Utter, bullshit. They're just dealing with their own feelings and needs and rivalry.
BASTARDS.