Who Am I?

There’s a lot about me I haven’t discovered yet. Last night, I made a shocking discovery about myself. While I won’t get into detail, I’m not proud of myself at this moment, yet I really don’t feel all too shitty about it.

I stopped reading Ten Little Indians because life got in the way. I put the book down and haven’t really paid my fullest attention. I’m sure, being consumed by The L Word didn’t help much either. I love the show.

No offense to my female readers, but I think I’ve become the woman in the break up. The stereotype who mopes all day and doesn’t do much but self-pity. I don’t like it one bit. I wish I can be the mechanical person I was five years prior when I ripped J******’s heart out and felt nothing but this sudden uneasiness of absolute void.

I’m not asking not to feel, I’m just asking what I should do in order to make sure that whatever happens to me, I’m not alone.