A real confession
It's difficult for me to make people understand why I am the way I am. I don't like having friends because most of them have tried to destroy me in various ways (emotionally and psychologically). Few years ago, I was an extremely naïve happy girl who wanted to be there for everyone and cared for anyone. My heart broke when all I got in return was loath and ignorance. They never valued me. Neither did my family, but at least they taught me the difference between right and wrong.
I had my own breaking point when I told myself that enough is enough. I had to rebuild myself. I had to make myself stronger. It was that day when I promised myself I will never rely on anyone ever again. Why should others must have the right to make you happy when you can love yourself?
It was that point of my life when I learned to love myself. Seeing that make others' love me. People think I don't care anymore, but the truth is I do care. I just found a different approach to help others without them taking me for granted.
But I'm also thankful for the painful experiences because it made me the kind of woman I never expected myself to see as.