sábado, 30 de setembro de 2017

People come and People go

Do you want to know a little secret?
After many years of disappointments, seeing people go and being stabbed in the back by people that I considered my “friends”, I stopped believing that those who surrounded me could really be considered “friends”.

So, I started to put up my walls, and painted them in all the shades of gray*, to somehow, protect myself. And I believe that I did a good job. I really do.  Not many people came in after that, and the ones who did, actually stayed with me, along this rollercoaster that we call life.

But some things didn’t went so well, there were times when, instead of putting down the walls, I just held them higher and higher and higher, not letting in people that should be in... in.

I should learn how to cope with it, before it’s too late, but I’m scared to do it, you know ?

I don’t want to hurt myself, or others. Hurting people is something that I totally hate doing, and that I try using only as a last resource. But sometimes comes naturally. And it doesn’t end well. It never ends well.

I guess that that’s another thing for me to work on. Don’t you think ?

With love,

*Referência linda e muito bem posicionada daqui 💙

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