Guilty.

What I had to say can wait. My feelings are my problem. You are much more important than me. Your time is precious, I'm available. It's alright, I'll make time when you're free. I understand. I understand. I understand. You come first. I know you can't do this for me, and its alright. I don't deserve so much. I'm fine... I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me. You don't have to worry about what I'm going through. I'll manage. I'll make myself understand. Its not about me. You don't have to prioritize me. It's alright.

She's guilty. Of never making herself a priority. Guilty. Of never putting her foot down. Guilty. And ready to turn it around.