Break Free

Why does everything with that boy happen so Ironically, even if it's three years later. I feel like my life is on a repetitious cycle. His first born came on my brothers birthday, it was also one of the best nights of my life. Our lives are linear, beyond comfort. The pain is gone, but even still reminiscing makes me ill. 

I need to break free. Stop being so safe and cautious. Happiness is not created, it is found.

And that is enough.

I could tell you what I am ( a writer, a student, a teacher, a tumbler, a pianist, a dancer,an aquatint, a friend, a best friend, as well as an enimie, a daughter, a niece, an aunt, and a female). I could preach to you all my experiences, and how they constitute my life's theory's and  beliefs. I could flaunt my achievements, and flatter you with all I aspire to be. I could admit my imperfections. And list to you my hobbies, interests. You could take an inventory of my music and books.  But even then you still would not know who I am. So all you really need to know is that I am only.. me.