The plot thickens

Figuring myself out isn't so bad.I'm looking on the bright side of it all,and I have muchos grande support.I just need to get my plan going.If I'm accurately accurate,then my brain is telling me to make the move that isn't just being made,and hasn't been.I can't succumb to everyone else's feelings while I give in and betray my own.I'm learning to love this girl,for the first time in my life.I just wish certain people could see that,but it doesn't even matter anymore because I don't need proof to show my identity.I remember once,looking back I used to explain myself referring to these lines:
" I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

I'm no longer that girl anymore.I can not ravish it enough that I've overcome every overwhelming sight,rumor,initiative that's ever been produced about or by me.I'm stronger than I've ever been in my life.And I guess in a way I have to thank everyone that hated my guts and were the kind of cruel people you tend to normally stray yourself from,because for an infinite minute,they made me who I am.I have to remind myself,breathe in,breathe out.Take it one day at a time.I like this change,this subtle lifestyle.It's more...Crystal.