Agent Saboteur

I'm a sham. A crock. A lie.

I say here that this is what I want, what I need, yet when something even remotely resembling right approaches me, I sabotage. I disappear. I dissemble. I run away.

I cringe at the thought of giving up my independence...of relying upon, of giving myself over to. Of being weak.

Instead, I embrace what is unsuitable, or unavailable, or unattainable.

Why am I so contrary?

Read this. Save me.