So this is a post that will not be published due to certain outside influences. But it's something that needs to be said because it's welling up inside of me screaming to break loose from the depths of my soul. So the gist of what I'm going to say: I am so sick of being pure. I want to be the rebel that I used to be. The guy that just didn't give a fu*k, who did what he wanted when he wanted with regard to nobody but himself. Was I ever that person, really? Probably not. But I am so filled with anger and resentment right now. I want to be me, but I don't know "me" anymore. Did Job Corps kill my rebelious spirit, or did I ever have it? Am I maturing, and loosing personality, or did my personality ever really exist?