Me: I've loved Taylor Swift since I was a little girl.
Self: I know, but you need to stop this.
Me: But I might get to go.
Self: You've seen her twice already.
Me: I know, her 'Speak Now' and 'Red' tour shows.
Self: Yes. So you need to stop getting worked up.
Me: I know you're right, self. But I just can't.
Self: I know, you wanna see her live again.
Me: And what's so bad about wanting that?'
Self: Nothing. But you know you might not.
Me: I know, you can stop telling me that.
Self: Not until you accept it. Just accept it.
Me: What, self? What do I need to accept?
Self: That there was only one reason why
you were able to go to the last two shows.
Me: I know. And I know she's not here anymore.
Self: Right. So they might not have enough.
You wanted a camera as well as maybe tickets.
Me: I know, I know. That was asking a lot.
Self: No, it wasn't. You didn't put a star on it.
On the tickets to the concert.
Me: I know I didn't put a star on the tickets.
Self: And why did you not put a star on the tickets?
Me: Because if I did, then that would create pressure.
And I know that they would feel bad if they couldn't.
So I didn't put a star so they wouldn't feel like they
had to.
Self: Wow! You sure had a lot to say that time.
Me: I'm sorry, I was just trying to explain.
Self: No need, I know what you were doing.
But I think there's something you need to know.
Me: What?
Self: They might get you the tickets after all.
Me: Self...
Self: No! You heard what your Uncle said.
Me: Yes. And I also know that he likes to mess
with me. And he might've just been doing that.
Self: Are you sure about that? Are you really sure?
Me: Of course I am! I mean, I have to be.
Self: Why? Why do you have to be sure?
Me: Because that way I won't be depressed if I
don't get the tickets and end up not going.
I need to keep telling myself that we don't have
the money. Don't you understand?
Self: I understand that you've been talking to me
for the last five minutes about this.
Me: (Sighs) I know, I know. I guess I can still hope.
But I won't hope too much.
Self: Alright, don't stop hoping. Now, go write
something that will take your mind OFF Taylor
Swift.
Me: Alright. Thanks for listening. I'll talk to you
later, bye!
Self: Bye!