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Broken Stone

I have always seen myself as the "nice guy" the guy who well be there and help out no matter what. Here lately, probably longer then that I have seen myself as something else. I thought I was just being an asshole. The thing is, I have been told I was not. As I look back I guess I have not but I do see that I have had to hide certain things away.

The problem with this is the fact that its hiding who I am. I know I am a good guy, I always have been and that's who I should continue. I began to show my true self to someone and was afraid I was going to be hurt, because that is what happens, well it did. The fact is I am happy that I am that way. That is who I am but anyways. I read a letter written to the girls who choose other guys over good guy and it hits right on the nail. Shows exactly what the good guy thinks. I think the whole thing is I am who I am I might as well continue that trend.

Well here is the link:  An open letter to the girl who let the good guy go

Here is a quote that hits home for me:
"So you lost your Ted Mosby and, I promise, to him you were Robin. The nice guys are there to give you a break, a light to something more than the games we identify our generation with"

 Anyways, have a good day.

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