Excuses. Excuses.

I am an uncommonly objective person. I can separate just about anything from my personal feelings, at least I try to. I think my robotic analytic thought process makes me less human. I have a high tolerance for bullshit, pain (emotional & physical) and am supplied with an extreme level of patience. When it’s my turn to take… I TAKE, mainly because I was the one always giving for so long.

3+ years ago I learned to become less emotional. I had to accept that other peoples choices weren’t meant to hurt me, as hurtful as they were. I learned to move on as fast as my heart would allow me to, because that’s how I learned to survive.

I fail to realize not everyone views situations with the same mindset I have. I forget that everything I write is up for interpretation when I write so ridiculously honest, I just hope you all take it in with a grain or an entire mound of salt.

Sometimes I fuck up and I make poor or selfish choices, mostly because I just want to feel—something. I’m a good person who occasionally does bad things, I’m a work in progress. I’m trying but ultimately I can still be a disappointment.

I’m still human after all. Excuses. Excuses.