I’m not a good woman.
For a long time I thought I was, but then one day I understood this: I am not.

I am selfish. I am slightly flaky, even if I don’t want to admit it to myself. I am not such a good friend. On top of that, if you remind me of it, I hate it. I’ll sulk!!!
I care for other people, but not as much as I care for myself: I never remember a birthday, I never send a thank you note and sometimes I don’t call for months. I am scattered, messy and I don’t even know how my friends still care for me.