I am a mix of narcissist and insecure. And both of my sides are fighting (if only there were two). I pay someone to tell me these things.
I would like a bottle of champagne. I feel tired. I would like loud music in our bed. This would make me feel less tired. Black sheets, just black. You always loved this color. You feel tired. And this is where I stop.
On Fridays I take hot baths to forget that I suffer from the lack of any problems.