I’m a lot of things and a quitter is one of them. It’s not easy for me to admit that. I’ve spent my life trying to cover that up! I’ve been trying to be better than that. I realize where thats got me though, a whole lot of nowhere. I forced myself to be all that I should be. I failed. I quit. I spent a year of my life mourning some lady that I’m really not. Now that I’m done mourning I’d like to know what’s really in here. So I’m digging.

Here are some other things I know I am:

I’m a quitter, I’m intelligent, I’m beautiful, I’m independent, I’m a renegade, I’m Caring, I’m kind, I’m strong, I’m funny, I’m a procrastinator, I’m prideful…