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.
It's hard not to wonder, though.