Sometimes I wonder who I'd be today if the people that
walked out on me, lied to me or betrayed me
didn't... would I be a softer-speaking person?
Would my walls not be as high, or as stiff? Would my transition
from jovial to vexed be as noticable?
Who would be my friends; better yet who wouldn't?
Sometimes, I wish I knew. Other times, I'm glad I
don't. Everyone who has walked out on me, betrayed me, lied
or took me for granted- they're all a reason why I am so
strong today. I wish I could hate all of them, but I have
to be thankful for them. I hate the fear, the Isolophobia. I do
hate the insecurites cause by them, but had it not happened, I
wouldn't be myself.
