"These trees, the rustle of the rusting leaves, the fresh crispness of the wispy air...these things will love you no matter what. They don't care if you're successful or not," he said, firm and soft.
She felt pure anger filter out of her nostrils. "Why should they!" She should be denying her everything until she proved her worth in the world! Until she had made the most of her supposed talent. Her obvious talents that she was miring in languor! And if nature didn't care about her achievements and embellishments, wasn't it really indifferent to her? After all, if it was giving her its all, withholding nothing from her even when she hadn't earned her place and peace, what would it have for her when she finally reaches the topmost of human-made branches? No! If nature comes to her, she will keep it shut out. Her senses were her friends. Together with the vile hormones in her blood, she will stop nature five inches short of her being.
She often felt unloved when someone asked her, "What do you want to do now?" If they loved her, they would plan for her. They wouldn't be so callous and indifferent so as to leave it to her. In her head lived her mother...domination and lack of respect for choice felt like love.
She felt pure anger filter out of her nostrils. "Why should they!" She should be denying her everything until she proved her worth in the world! Until she had made the most of her supposed talent. Her obvious talents that she was miring in languor! And if nature didn't care about her achievements and embellishments, wasn't it really indifferent to her? After all, if it was giving her its all, withholding nothing from her even when she hadn't earned her place and peace, what would it have for her when she finally reaches the topmost of human-made branches? No! If nature comes to her, she will keep it shut out. Her senses were her friends. Together with the vile hormones in her blood, she will stop nature five inches short of her being.
She often felt unloved when someone asked her, "What do you want to do now?" If they loved her, they would plan for her. They wouldn't be so callous and indifferent so as to leave it to her. In her head lived her mother...domination and lack of respect for choice felt like love.
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