i don’t like the saying “it made me who i am” when speaking about unfortunate events. these things did not make me who i am. they altered me into something i never expected to be. the sleepless nights from paranoia over a break in. the self hatred and self doubt from unhealthy relationships. the automatic skepticism of new friends because of past ones. no, i am not “stronger” because of these events. I’m tired. theres not an optimistic bone in my body. I’m frustrated. and I’m tired of the misconception, that because i don’t like to make new friends and can be cold when meeting strangers, I’m a “bitch”. i am hurting and healing like everyone else on this planet. there are so many things in every persons past that leave never ending repercussions. so be kind. just be kind to everyone you meet, whether or not they show it back. healing can take on some ugly forms.