To finish that thought because my brain wouldn’t let me until just now, I want to get out of a place where people can not let go of this perception they have of me. I want to get out of this place where people can not let go of the person that I used to be, a place where I am forever the girl who did those things. My persona here will not change. I am that person and that image of me is stuck still in their minds, like a statue. Frankly, I hate that person. I am not that person. I never wanted to be that person and in those rare instances when I become that person, I hate her. I hate myself. She’s a part of me, yes. She’s always there and there are times when she comes out but I am not that girl and if I could help it, that girl would not even exist.