A year ago from today I was hooking up with Ryan before we were dating, partaking in sexual activities. So to say that I was all into God and religion, you are mistaken. Last December (2010) I got embarrassingly drunk for the first time, and had a really good time. A year ago I started the journey of finally discovering who I was, not whatever guy I was dating defined me as. I grew up, found myself and set my life up.

I was insecure all through high school. I dated my childhood best friend, someone I needed at the time to support me. I was fragile, confused and didn’t know who I was or what I wanted in life. Because of that, I molded myself into the girlfriend Christopher wanted — but that girlfriend wasn’t who I was. At the time I didn’t know that. I became the perfect girlfriend; one who didn’t swear, read the Bible and went to church on Sundays to make him happy. I was dependant on our relationship, because I didn’t know who I was. I struggled with my identity for almost two years, until December when I finally realized I was being blown off for other girls who were confident, more religious and maybe physically prettier. It’s when I realized that my personality wasn’t beautiful, because I didn’t know who I was.

Right now as I’m typing this, I know who I am.
I’m Sam King. 
What I believe in today is what I’ve always believed my entire life, but was always too ashamed to admit.
Now, I’m confident, I don’t need a relationship to mold my personality, my opinions and my lifestyle.

So, no. I’m not a hypocrite. I’m ME. Independant, strong, understanding. And I do voice my opinions on my personal blog, because that’s exactly what it is: personal.
Mine. Not yours.

Thank you, anon :)