So much freer...

I woke up this morning and examine myself. I realize that I was limiting my story(which resulted from my intolerance towards myself). I have not come to terms with myself and there for I limit the extent of my story. My other story ideas flow so smoothly and come togther with such ease. The character conflicts, plot twist, climax, etc. This one is different.

So, I grew up not accepting myself (surprise that I'm not dead yet). For a brief moment this morning, I allowed myself to let the world of NAS(my story) flow in my head, unblock by condemnation.

Paraphrasing Kyoko (Inuyasha) - I am free to hate now. I am so much freer than I was then, free to hate, free to love.