| Gemini (masculine plural noun) | /ʒemo/
Look out, world! I’m on the upswing.
If you know me, you know that I am impetuous. I think with my heart. While this sounds romantic and fun, you better hold on tight, ’cause it’s gonna be a bumpy ride. I am a hedonist with a gemini state of mind. The past two months have sent me reeling, but I am resilient. I have been so transparent, so brutally frank. I have made myself vulnerable, if only because I let myself feel something, but now I am raw. I’ve never been one to protect myself with layers, but what little I employed have been ripped away. Here I stand, naked and nauseated.
However, I refuse to let these experiences keep me from loving myself. They will not affect my sense of self-worth or my confidence. If anything, they have made me wiser and stronger. I take blame for breaking hearts. But if you have taken advantage of my vulnerability, and have consequently broken mine, it is you who is to blame.
This post isn’t sad; oh, no, it is not. After a one-week hiatus spent bedridden, my eyes upturned to dreadful grey skies, I am back. Like Persephone, I have visited the underworld. Oh, goddess, I too have tasted the fruits that grew in shade, and they were sweet.