Still haven't gotten this all figured out. Still feel this inescapable sense of confusion. Who am I? Why on earth do I do this to myself? To you? Who knows? I'll be damned if I do.

I just can't help but laugh when you tell me you've got it me all figured out. You may be right, I don't know what I want...maybe one of these days I'll have an idea. In the midst of my constant self-reflection, frequent trips to "la-la land", and a revision of some very indiscreet poetry, I've come to this conclusion:

I'm comfortable with where I'm at. I'm not going to let you, or anyone for that matter, get in the way of that. So, while I take my sweet ass time to figure things out and get to know myself a little better, I'd deeply, deeply appreciate your understanding. I'm sorry for what I've said, what I've done. I never meant to confuse you. But in order to be honest with you, I also need to be honest with myself.


The time has come to let loose and move on.
I'm ready, are you ready?!?!