It's funny when you have so much to say, sometimes you don't even know where to begin you know? I write because it keeps me sane, and I make it public because it challenges me--and hopefully other people. I think I am able to express far more about myself in writing than I can in person--probably not healthy but sincere. It's so rare anymore that people see you for anything but face value, unless of course they hear it from someone else-- then that's got to be true (sarcasm here). At the end of the day, I'm the one who deals with my mistakes and revels in my victories. No need for you to determine which is which, and no need for you to point fingers when your hands clearly aren't clean themselves. I am feisty lately. I can't quite decide at which point I stopped caring so much about people that don't very much care about me, but it is incredibly liberating. I've decided that those same people who judge me for my current lifestyle/choices are probably the people who didn't take the time to live their life fully before committing it to something/someone else and now are bitter. If that's incorrect, so be it but I'm using that rationale. It just seems silly to forgive someone simply because we don't want to lose them. We should forgive them because they understand the hurt they caused, they deserve to be forgiven.