As it is

For me this is a time for reflection. Thinking, processing, assimilating etc. I do not want to know anybody that either cannot accept me as I am, or believes that they should not know me as a matter of conscience. I am myself and that is all there is to it. If someone expects me to change then they can go and fuck orf. My family in Wales, in France, in the West Country and in my locality accept me for who I am, and of that there is no question. But I will not twist myself into whatever shape someone else expects. I've had quite enough of false smiles, false friendships and falsehoods. I'm sick to death of false expectations. All the pretence makes me want to vomit. I refuse to change myself to comply with what other people expect. If anybody (not my family) wants to be my friend, then they'd better bloody well prove it.  In short I do not want to be accepted, except on my own terms.