For some reason yesterday, to prove to ex that I do really know myself, I told him about the qualities that make up me. Interestingly enough, I've never been able to do this before, but I can sure as hell do it now.
I'm worried, desperate, emotional, sensitive to criticism, strong, determined, patient, tired, frustrated, angry, inconsistent, flustered, unfit, overweight ( by 10kgs), stressed, irrational, rational, numb, jealous, confused, envious, affectionate, caring, literal, practical, kind, gentle, sometimes funny. I'm quiet, I'm a loyal friend. I'm in it for the long term, which is why I'm still here trying to fix things. I can also be incredibly stubborn and naive, denying the most awful things about myself and what's happening around me.
Those are things I am. I accept them, as do my wonderful family and friends. I do try my best to improve myself. I read, I write, I comment sometimes if I have something to say.
To some, I'm below normal. To others, I'm intelligent, kind and well balanced (I've got the card to prove it). To me, well, I just don't know. I am.... just me.
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