Who would've thought that I was strong enough to totally overcome what I've experienced and let go of the past. Never imagined that my love was as endless and unconditional as it has proven to be. Still don't understand how I could continue to love people that validated they didn't love me. I guess my love goes deeper than the animosity and the jealousy they harbor because I still care about their well being. Every one sees me as this pillar of strength because I stand firmly for what I believe and I have no problem going against the grain. Yes, I am strong. But what they don't know is that I love hard and I am so passionate about my life.....my beliefs....the people. I'm just a passionate person. I try not to care because truth is, I care too much. It's a blessing and a curse; with me you get all or nothing. If I can't be a good friend, lover, colleague...person...whatever, to you, then I'm not taking that position at all. If I can't do you right then I prefer not to do you any. I find myself overindulged because I volunteer to help people when I should really just let things play out. But my heart and the humanitarian in me won't let me look on. I've always been told to put me first but that's so hard to do. So what do I do? I know I should put me first and I try, but if I'm the only one happy then I'm not truly happy. That's why I please others because if I make them smile, so can I. I see one thing remained the same, I'm just simply complicated.♥
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