Who am I?

So far, I haven't truly figured out of who I truly am. I'm a writer. A singer. A friend. And... a ragging bitch for that matter.

I have the ability and restraint to be kind and selfless. I do. I just rather not let myself be pulled back by those. I don't assess myself as a bitch by nature, but I've got a few tricks of my own. Some really nasty tricks that could make a person wish that they were never born.

Honestly, words are stronger than actions. And that's the kind of bitch that I am. I speak from my mind and it tends to hurts a person or two. I choose my words very carefully and once they leave my mouth, I never regret it. Perhaps that's the real vindication behind my dream to become an established author.

I am astounded by the power of words and the power of the human mind to even concoct senseless words together and create logical truths. I want to be able to leave a mark on people's lives as I speak my mind through my words, even if the impact was negative. The importance of it is the existence of the impact, that's all.

Not that I want to emotionally scar a person for making them psychologically persecuted, but the purpose of it is to open their minds to reality. Because there are bad people in this world. Bad people who don't realize their wrongs because they already have built up a different world in their minds that says that they could do anything they want and never have to say sorry for it.

I am not against people who live in a life like that because it's their choice and it's their true form that keeps them in that imaginary, unrealistic world. But every once in a while, somebody has to pull their heads out of their fabricated realities.

So the answer to that question, I still don't really have an answer for, but one thing's for sure. I am one of those bitches who pulls other people's heads out their fantasies. And I am not ashamed to say it. Well...

...at least for now.