Left with a small circle of friends......
As I continue to grow older, I have come to realize that the length of time someone has known me is not as significant as how they make me feel. It is about finding those who truly see me, hear me, understand me, appreciate me, support me, and love me. In the past, I have wasted months and even years of my life giving myself to individuals who were nothing more than empty shells disguising themselves as human beings. I poured my heart and soul into them, naively hoping that by doing so, they would become whole. However, all they did was eagerly take from me, leaving me drained with dark circles under my eyes, while they fed off the love that flowed from my veins. I have reached a point where I refuse to be a host to soulless individuals any longer. I am now selective in who I choose to forgive and for what reasons. I am not a cold-hearted person who is intolerant of remorse. However, I have come to understand that there are two types of people: those who genuinely feel sorry for t...