Recluse. Brooding. Man Whore. Rough. Labels can set us up for success for failure. I hate them, always have. There is a reason for mine. I dream of that reason morning, noon, and night. Egocentric. Greedy. Cruel. Self-Loathing. Labels shape the lonely woman that I am. I hate the person that I’ve allowed myself to become. I’ve hurt the only person that I have ever loved. I dream of him every single night when I close my eyes. Labels are worn like a badge, either in honor or horror. They do not define me. I am judged by them anyway.