"I know i have my faults. They shine more and store better on those grey crevices of a certain mind. These faults that come to stay and play like records each time any of my acts push the play-button– thank you for that pre-programmed thinking!!! Whatever happened to the understanding and embracing all of one’s being part? I dont just deserve painful pokes for changes. I deserve genuine, unprejudiced understanding."

Could I really be an obstinate woman who deserves no less than a severred tie from a choice i made back then thinking I could bear it all a' la Hercules?

When I know my faults, i wish people would hear me out before they start the blah or even after they give me the feast of angertalks they way they do.

Whatever happens, all i could say is... I would want to have people who would help me love myself without having to be another person other than myself just to please them. I would love to be with people who make me a better person, confident and loving.... not this sorry schmuck that i am, dazed and meandering, unsure of how to get to my goals the way i wanted it.