I thought I was the type to hold grudges, but I forgave.
I thought I was just the bitter type, but I forgave. I thought I
was so many different tags and labels that I'm not. I can be
impulsive one day, then patient the other. Obnoxious and loud in
the day and meekly shy in the night. I suggest we forgive
ourselves for thinking we could ever categorise ourselves into
these little insignificant boxes, and realise that nothing about
us is ingrained.