Today, I don’t know who I am. I like who I am, but I don’t exactly know who I am or what is plaguing me. A year ago I would’ve accepted his apology and let him back in. I would’ve loved to be his friend again. But just a couple days ago, I turned it all down and shunned him. I shut him out completely. I guess, I somewhat grew a bitter bone in my sweet body. This honey has been tainted for how many times I’ve been wronged. Although it is not all of their fault, I’m still getting bitter. Still syrupy sweet, however, I can still give you that sour taste if you even think about wronging me. I’ve been filled with so much rage lately. Who am I? I don’t know who I am..