Sometimes I do self destructive things. Sometimes I'm heartless, cold even. 

I've created an exterior persona since I've moved here. He doesn't have a boundary and he doesn't have a filter.  He's the "bad boy" I had to keep inside me all those years I was following the rules and playing the part and living a lie. I moved to Boston, and I let him out. And he did what he was suppose to, he broke hearts and he broke rules. 

I've been here for a year and a half, and I've been that guy almost the entire time. 

Lately, the old me is creeping back, slowly regaining control. I'm not saying I'll be going back to church or any of that. I just feel like I was happier being the good guy.

So that's what I'm going to be.