I used to be nice. I don’t know what happened. Feels like as I got older, I started getting colder. I know that everything I have ever been through probably isn’t even as half as bad as what others go through but over time, I just got tired of dealing with it all.
I remember promising to myself that wouldn’t ever let anything change me. No matter how fucked up things got, I would stand up for what I believe in. And that’s making others happy. I was the kind of person to always put someone before me most of the time. I guess I cared more about others and their well being more than mine. I didn’t mind it all. I didn’t mind not caring so much for myself as long as I felt like someone would care about me for me.
I have changed, I’ll admit to that. But it’s not something I regret. It’s something I have to live with. When I say that I’m not here to please others, I was lying. Because there was a time in my life where that’s all I wanted to do for those around me. A part of me wants to go back to that. I feel like I’ve strayed off of my own path, and it’s time to find myself again. Because honestly…I’m lost.
The words that comes out of your mouth may not mean anything to you, but you never know how much it has affected someone else.