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| It's all about the pain, the jewelry and ink are just souvenirs.What is there to say about me. I think a movie I saw recently says it best. " You will not like me" I am cynical, I am crude, I am self reliant...and at the same time as weak as a human must be. I will tell you what I think regardless of hurting your feelings, not in spite but in truth. I do not, and will not, change how I am for you, you're simply not worth it. I am the only person I have to deal with for the rest of my days, no one else can promise me forever. And so, no one else will be promised forever. If you think I have an attitude, you're right. If you think I am better than you, it's because of your own insecurities, don't tell me I think it because I don't. But I am the queen of the world, I've been elected to that position by too many people not to hold it. I can be the most loving and generous creature to exist. I give to my companions without second thought if it doesn't cause me discomfort, and sometimes even if it does. But I will not change for anyone but myself, and if you cannot handle me it is your loss not mine. And yes, I do enjoy being me.I'm never who you think I am. Just when you get me figured out I seem to change. No one really ever understands me fully, they may know parts of me but never everything and anything they should or could. Is that bad or good? I actually believe it's good; everyone needs their secrets and their own little air of mystery. Am I right? ...But do people not understand me because I do not let them? Or because they just do not? That my dearies, is a question I, myself, have yet to even figure out. Don't write me off just because I may have different likings and opinions than you. That's what makes the world go round is it not? That and love (to some aspects of course)
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