Who I was, Who I am, Who I will be

This weekend my roommate's best friend is visiting again and I find myself remembering how different my interactions with him have been.

At first I was probably a bit flirtatious.  I wanted to be the cool, relaxed, cute roommate when I first moved in with the boys.

Later, I was probably the bitch.  Annoyed by the constant disrespect I received from my roommates, I turned into a bitter, nagging, unhappy wretch.

Today, today I feel nothing fake.  No anger, no desire to put forth an image of myself that may or may not be true.  I feel like myself.  I feel like a happy self.  Seeing myself here, I recognize where I've been.  And I feel triumphant.