I don’t love who I am, because who I am is keeping me from what I truly want. I hate the moment when my anger turns into tears. Feels like my heart is very hard lately. I’m angry. I’m hurt. I’m wondering why? I’m looking for answer’s that haven’t been given to me, yet….& it’s been years…feeling like I won’t ever get them. Silence is all I hear. Patience is running thin. The end result isn’t looking like the one I thought I’d get. Acceptance is slowly settling in. The day I learn to fly, I don’t ever want to come back.