I hate when people try to tell me who I am Acting like they are the ones who get to categorize my character based off their own insecurities. Today a female colleague of mine said to me in front of a small group of people, "You are mean, you just act nice to throw people [...]
I don't know where I belong or if I belong. Maybe I should quit and go back to who I once was but I don't know her anymore. I don't know me anymore.
Writing. Writing. Writing. Words keeping me partially sane.
Most people my age fall under three categories..