Arguing with One’s Self

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Self: Why are you doing this?

Me: What do you mean? Doing what?

Self: Really? You are not THAT oblivious.

Me: Stop being bitchy, and just say what you mean.

Self: Why are you putting up with this bull shit? Why are you allowing someone else to place their misery on you?

Me: I don’t know.

Self: How can you possibly not know?

Me: Look. This was not what I thought I was signing up for. This was not how I expected to be living. THIS is not what I wanted.

Self: Yeah. So what are you going to do about it?

Me: I don’t know.

Self: Well you better figure it the fuck out, because I’m sick of the shit you put up with.

Me: So am I

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