I was a totally different person when I started this account. It's strange to look back at my blogs and remember the way I felt, the way I viewed certain aspects of my life, and the way I am now. I feel more content. I think I know myself a little better. My experiment in Virginia opened my eyes to things I would never have felt had I not gone. It humbled me and hurt me to the core. I was so sad there, so unhappy. It's truly opened my eyes to things I never would have seen otherwise. I came back to Florida with a new outlook. Yeah this town sucks, they all do. For the first time, though, I have to think about staying. I'm not running around with one foot out the door like I always have. I'm committing to this place and essentially, committing to MY LIFE. I won't run anymore. Now there's no need. I have friends. I have people I would and have gone to the wall for. People who mean so much to me. People I CAN'T live without. I have a wonderful guy that appreciates the person I am. For the first time in my life I can be honest with myself about who I am. Getting my arm tattooed was my liberation. I won't ever try to be the "normal" person ever again. I've realized I'm different than some, but not all. I've found the people who appreciate me for the way I think, dress, look, and speak. I've found my niche.
