The Other Person That Is ME

I don't write to get the attention of any person. I write only because I need a place to get my thoughts and feelings out of my system. I don't intend to damage anyone, including myself, but hey, I'm only just me. Similar to you, but still uniquely different. I have a lot of quirks, tons of things weigh me down, but reasons are aplenty for me to be thankful for - my life, the second (third, fourth...) chances I am being given, my family, my friends, and so on and so forth. You can hate me, you can love me but these days I realized that some things have made me tougher than I thought I could ever possibly be. I talk to my God, I talk to myself, I easily get irritated (though honestly, I used to complain that I had very long patience), simple things make me smile, simple things rot my day as well. Sometimes I love myself, other times I want to kill me, I get addicted to things and people (no, I never had any drugs and have no intention of trying), but in the end, this is still me. At the end of each day I still have to go to bed with the person that I am.

At the moment, I am in the process of healing. This is the reason why I started to write again. I'll try to write more often if time permits because I have other things to do (like finish my folder for my training) but once that is over I will steadily make this the outlet of my troubled, wounded, scared, addicted soul.

Let this be my shock absorber, just like I used to be to other people.

So, this is me.