Identity

I have no idea what makes me write and post this but sometime, something just trigger you to write and express yourself in words.
I had mixed emotions today, again!
Why people cry?
I made lots of people cry just because I’m not perfect for them but I just wonder is it my fault? What can I do when people cannot accept the way I am and they want me to be the person they want me to be then what is my identity? What is ML then? A total collection of how other people want him to be? Why everything has to be controlled and dominated? Planet Earth is something way more than that, we need to appreciate the differences and embrace it and be happy that everything is different and way exciting and bliss and it’s more fun to see that way rather than everything is controlled and like you wanted. Can you imagine Obama controlled by you, like what he suppose to do, talk and his action, all controlled by you and he is the president of states but NO he is not. Kind of weird isn’t? Same goes here, its ML but ML not being ML because he cannot be ML else he will make other to drop their tears for him, he needs to be some other’s in order to make everyone else happy. What a life mean for ML then?
Enough of that, I am just frustrated with some people out there who tries to control everything and make me listen to them and follow them, sometimes, I just had no choice but to listen and obey! Weird as it sounds but I got no choice. I am being lenient or too nice or that what everyone would do? Confusing!
I was talking to someone that I am very close with and I don’t want to disclose his name or his identity over here, but it’s a he and yes, he accepts the way I am, and he listens patiently to everything I complaint to him and he just give his point of view and he is just a perfect! I love him for that, I can take him as my brother, as my good friend and whatever we call it but he just a good listener and he loves me for who I am, he doesn’t want any changes from me and he just very happy talking to me. Why can everyone in my life treat me that way? I hate being hypocrite and not myself just because you don’t like it! Let me be myself!
Emotional Breakdown!

Happy when I talk to him, sad when I read her blog post, hungry when I see food (ops hungry is a mood?), excited when listen to fireflies by Owlcity.Boring when think about my study and tuition,
Scared when thoughts about future comes and poking my mind, confused over people who just cannot accept the original way some people are and finally sick when you thinking about all this together!
I am insomniac again!
I am thinking about changing my blog to anonymous writer! LOL

Should I?