March 30, 2014
Dear Charlie,
I've really grown to understand myself this year. And I've figured that maybe I'm so sad because I let people beat me up all the time. Not physically, but verbally. And I've realized that so many people let other people take advantage of them.
So for now on, I'm going to actually try to stand up for myself and for other people that I see that are treated badly and accept it because it's now something that I believe in. And I've always wanted to believe in something for myself.
I'm the kind of person that will go to the end of the Earth to help someone that couldn't give two shits about me. And not because I'm afraid of them but because I feel sympathy for everyone and trust people to much. I trust that people will change, when they don't. I trust that people will get better, when they can't. And I trust that people won't hurt me, when they do. And there are a lot of people that are victims of this trust issue as well.
One of the most important lessons I've learned from this year is that sometime in your life someone's not going to like you. And you have to learn to be okay with that. Because if you're not, you only hurt yourself. And you'll waste a lot of energy trying to get others to hate them too. And even though it might look like you're winning, you're loosing at something much bigger. And that's your own compassion.
You yelled at me
Screamed, to be exact
And I let you
Because I didn't know how to react
You scared me into silence
Intimidated me, I guess
And I let you
Because I thought it would hurt less
When I yell at you
people think I'm insane
But I let them
Because I no longer feel pain
I wish I could find the strength to say
"Shut up" to this voice in my mind everyday
Love always, Alia
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