There are things that I wrote long ago and that still haunt me. I really tried to be someone different, smile more, have more fun and let wathever bothers me go away as well, but not anymore.
A few times ago, I usually believe in fairytales, so I grew up and realize that’s not about to find your prince charming. It’s about finding yourself and learn with the lessons life gives us. Probably, the values and concepts. What bothers me after all is that I can’t believe anymore. However, I still do good things without noticing it, helping people, suffering when I see someone down. I swear, I’m trying but it hurts a lot.
I don’t want to care about people anymore, Can’t barely take care of myself… Who would say I’d might help someone else?