I am no denial queen; I just don’t see the point in admitting half-truths.

I am no idiot; I just like making mistakes so I can learn from them. I thought I was unstable; turns out I am the most stable person I know.

For the longest time, I knew where to go. I had my inner compass, I had a map, I had a plan.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I had a plan. It started out as a vicious scheme, a plan to destroy someone. A scheme to get even. After all, I break people for a living. Then, something happened to turn things around.

All thoughts of my scheme turned to mulch. I became both speechless and word-crazy. Everything changed. Not that I was surprised that it did.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I don’t even know exactly how I feel. I don’t like it that there’s a stranger in my chest trying to tell me things I’d rather not listen to for now. Stranger, leave me be.

Stranger, stay. Yes, definitely, stay. And one day, I just might stop talking in riddles.