I am selfish. I am brave.
The opinions of others cannot damage you.
I open the door to the fear landscape room and flip open the small black box that was in my back pocket to see the syringes inside. This is the box I have always used, padded around the needles; it is a sign of something sick inside me, or something brave.
Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt
Let the guilt teach you how to behave next time.
No selfishness or insecurity kept him from seeing the full extent of her goodness, as it so often does with the rest of us. That kind of love may only be possible in Abnegation. I do not know.