I'm back!

So I used to be a very active writer, I still love writing but a few things killed it for me, and I feel I should let people know. A while ago I wrote a piece about a joke of a school I was attending and well lets just say the tory I wrote got me kicked out of said school, to top it off the girl I had fallen so madly in love with began to treat me like crap and no longer wanted me to write on here because she felt threatened by the beautiful women who were enjoying my work, even though I told her none of them were a threat to her because I'm just not that kind of guy. Long story short she dumped me and I just didn't want to bitch about it. I'm a man not a coward or a phony I am all I choose to be and nothing less, but I let another person make me break one of my own rules, I should of never let another keep me from doing what I love, and what I love is telling stories, writing and letting others read my work and taking with them a part of me. That is what I love. More than people more than life itself what I love is sharing a piece of my very essence with another to take forth into their life. My actions hurt me, so I took a step back and decided to reflect on what I had done , and determine whether or not I was making the right decisions. I came to the conclusion I did not do wrong writing about my school, but I never should of let my now ex keep me from doing what it is I love, and what I love is writing.