I am that one person who you think is so easy to read, is an open book. I'm sorry for how wrong you've been.

I'm not an open book, you think I am, but I'm really not. You can't read me, you think you can though, but you really cant. Those stories I put out for you, they're entertainment.

I am the type of person who will pay you no mind unless you're interesting enough for me to do so. And sadly people think me being uninterested and univested equals me being stupid. I am sorry to tell you that you are a judgemental asshole.

To see how far I've come feels unreal. Looking back at the shitholes I've been in, the emotional baggage I've been carrying, the childhood trauma I've endured that's still haunting me. That's the real stories, the ones I never once I read outloud. The ones I never told you about. The ones that I've kept inside for so long.

Seeing that, this is the moment I can finally say: I am beyond proud of myself.

I am proud of myself for being strong all along even though I recognized it a little too late and takes too long to make me believe it. I am proud of myself for turning the pain, the trauma, the hurt into power.

This girl got lions in her heart and fire in her soul.