Sweet Home.

I cant be fake anymore. For my soul, I cant. I cant have toxics of fakeness, of immaturity, of cynicism, and bitterness. Meche said the other day as we crossed passed in the dining room, "happy? you look very happy now." I am happy. I'm more than that and I think that its been the first time in a long time. No, it doesn't have to do with a guy either. Life itself is good. I decided to make the decision to push the toxics out of myself and to do what is right for me. I'm not looking back, I'm only getting better.