Yesterday life very literally brought me to my knees. In months I haven’t ever complained, cut myself, cried, or showed any sort of emotion whatsoever. I don’t have serious conversations, I don’t pity myself or pity or even sympathize with anyone else, period. People try to complain to me or be like “I am so alone omg this boy doesn’t like me omg give me attention” and I totally used to be like that so I should so have more tolerance for that kind of thing but the bad thing is that I don’t. I am the one who is like dude you’re fine get over it stop whining. I’m the sucky friend who never gives sympathy and I hate people who say and do things for attention.
I’ve changed completely 180 degrees. Sometimes I think it’s good. Other times, not so much.