There have been so many thoughts swirling through my head these days. With the day-to-day complications of life, it’s a wonder that I keep rising again each day to do it all over. I wonder what it’s going to take to hit a breaking point, but so far, I just keep taking it. I’m strong. Is it egotistical to think of myself as one of the strongest people I know? Can I be my own hero?

Not many people know the struggles that I have overcome, but I am a tough cookie. When people look upon me with sympathetic eyes, I get angry. I don’t want people to pity me. I just want people to realize that if I have the courage to keep going, anyone can do it. I’m a confident, strong woman. I have an amazing capacity to love. Through all of the heartache and complications of relationships, I continually forgive and continue to love.

Wait scratch all of that… do I want people to know that I’m a giant marshmallow? Isn’t it better for them to see my cool, calm exterior and assume I’m a bitch? Perhaps that way they won’t get too close and I won’t get hurt…