Something just occurred to me. As I looked through pictures and memories of individuals who I had once let tear me apart mentally and emotionally, a smile came to my face. For the first time in my life I can honestly say I’m in a happier place then I once was. I don’t feel the same type of animosity I felt in the past with people because I can genuinely say, I don’t care. I have better things to put my energy into. I’ve changed dramatically, for better or for worse, and that’s a great thing. When I’m at my lowest moments it’s not because of the past, it’s because of the future, which for now, I’m okay with.
The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.
Act like you trust people, but don’t.