Selfish. I’m so quick to point fingers claiming accusations for the actions of those around me, deeming them thoughtless and egocentric. All this while proudly praising myself in secrecy; that I am not so greedy or self-indulgent as those I accused. However, all these accusations come from my own shallow need to build myself up by the flaws of another. My so called selflessness is really a selfish plea for praise and validation. When did the thoughtful gestures stop being an action of love? When did they become a pedestal for me to stand on? I’m not satisfied. I doubt anybody who lives by this standard really is. I’m done. I’m going back. Back to the days where I chose to love unconditionally, expecting nothing in return. Because though often broken and hurt, I was satisfied.