Final Twenty-Four.
So roughly twenty-four hours until I get on I-75 and escape this personal hell. I'm not going to sit here and say it was all bad. Thanks to Bobby I managed to have a lot of fun despite the circumstances. As terrible as this whole trip has been, I think it was a realization I needed to have.
The past two-weeks I would have expected to get to me more than then did. I lost my family's respect, I was outed against my will, and I lost my best friend. My typical reaction to all this going wrong would be crying and a disaster. But that's not how I am, it's far different, I'm actually humbled by the whole situation. I find myself sitting here thinking that, "I don't really care anymore." It makes me feel free. Free to be myself.
I'm cutting myself off from the things that held me down in the past year and made me feel bad. I'm going to be who I am, because I don't care anymore.
Here's a toast to Naples, for clearing my mind a bit. And one to Orlando, let's make this one count...
The past two-weeks I would have expected to get to me more than then did. I lost my family's respect, I was outed against my will, and I lost my best friend. My typical reaction to all this going wrong would be crying and a disaster. But that's not how I am, it's far different, I'm actually humbled by the whole situation. I find myself sitting here thinking that, "I don't really care anymore." It makes me feel free. Free to be myself.
I'm cutting myself off from the things that held me down in the past year and made me feel bad. I'm going to be who I am, because I don't care anymore.
Here's a toast to Naples, for clearing my mind a bit. And one to Orlando, let's make this one count...