Starting Over.

Here I am. I’ve been censoring myself by not posting much of anything because I know I can be seen, but I need this space. I need a place where my fears, introspection, silliness, happiness, craziness, and honesty can live outside of my head. I’m dealing with a lot right now, and I should be able to express myself without fear. My intentions are good, but maybe it’s not my responsibility to cater to someone else's feelings, especially when it causes me to suppress my own.

Ms. Independent.

“Miss Independent, Miss Self-sufficient, Miss Keep-Your-Distance, Miss Unafraid, Miss Out-of-My-Way, Miss Don’t-Let-a-Man-Interfere, oh Miss On-Her-Own, Miss Almost-Grown… By keeping her heart protected, she’d never ever feel rejected.”
— Kelly Clarkson

I can always take care of myself, but I still want to meet a person who can take care of me, much more than I do. The problem with being independent, is that people think you like to be alone. We don't like it but we don't have a problem about it. I know am so independent. It’s always, “Oh, no, I can do this.” “Yeah, don’t worry, I got it.”