Why won’t you blurt out? You aren’t a saint!”
“I can’t, I am a people pleaser. So I won’t let you flow and spat you right into his face”
“You are a coward, whatever; you have killed my mood. Every night you vent it on me, and I can’t get a sound sleep, thanks to you.”
Why do my inner-self loathe the way I act as if nothing is scant when he assigned me his ‘proposal writing.’ Argh! I couldn’t tell him about the classwork that I left after my cousin held me in her emergency call. I lend her a bike key. She would be on a date, while I would be on my foot to the bus stop.
(What follows next..please click on this original short story about a people pleaser)