Dear universe,
My People pleasing is a problem.
I need to be able to say no more often,
Even if it makes people angry.
It’s not really my problem anymore.
I have every right to say no.
I shouldn’t feel bad about it.
I shouldn’t feel guilty either.
It’s not my fault that other people aren’t responsible.
Sincerely,
My Biggest Flaw
About the Creator
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