...and in the end.

It took me some time to realize this but being alone isn't a bad thing. I've been walking around the man-cave pulling down action figures from the walls that aren't mine, taking down posters, boxing up things that don't belong to me and I'm surprised to find myself oddly at peace with it. It's rather cathartic. Like all this pent up rage just released out of me. I may have exhausted all the anger I had left last night. Good thing it was all aimed at the intended target. The only thing I'm sorry for is not doing this sooner. I feel like me again. Not this angry, spiteful ogre I allowed other people's bullshit, their problems, their lies, their affected sentiments turn me into. My spirits are high and although my problems and issues can't all be blamed on one person I feel like I can now take care of myself and the true people who matter in my life without any needless impediments.