Me

I have made changes in life.

Some of these changes, are from the circumstances I have gone through in the last year.

Some of these changes, some are good changes. Some may not be seen as good by others. BUT…all of these changes, they all help to make up the person that I am right now.

I am a lot quicker to give my opinion. I used to withhold my opinions and NOT give them, so I consider this to be a good thing. However, as some people have found out, sometimes people get hurt by me being quicker in that area. I do not ponder as carefully what I am going to say, taking days or weeks to formulate my opinions before I give them.

I am more passionate in life. That enables me to fight for what I want, that enables me to love more, to be more compassionate, to feel others’ pain and to reach out to help those in need. Those are all good things. Unfortunately, there is a “bad” side to this change as well. I can get heated up over issues that affect me and move me, and this means I can blow steam in somebody’s face a lot faster than I used to be able to. People can be scalded by my words and actions, which are born out of my deep-seated feelings on some issues, feelings which I am now not afraid to express.

I enjoy a good fight at times. I am not ashamed to stand up for what I believe, or for what I believe in. I won’t back down if I do not feel like it. If I am challenged, I will either fight back, or I will walk away and ignore you until such time as I feel like I can deal with you again.

I believe that I am a better friend than I have ever been. That being said, most of my friends have abandoned me, put off by the changes perhaps, or merely astonished that meek little me could be capable of doing or saying something that hurt them.

You know what? I make no apologies. I am who I am. No, I do not enjoy hurting people, especially those I care about. But I take responsibility for my actions, and I live with the consequences. That is life, that is maturity, and that is me.

And that is all, for now.

As my tagline once said, “All I want is to be accepted for who I am; not for who I was or for who I could one day be.”

Deal with it. Love me, or piss off.




By the way, tomorrow is the anniversary of the day that Rachelle told me she wanted us to separate.
Should i send myself an anniversary card, or just mark the occasion by kicking some puppies?