Just because people seem kind, doesn't mean they are since.
This was a hard lesson to learn, I'll admit. And my teacher was my stepmom. She went through some things in her life and so she very insecure about herself.
She's the type of person you don't tell personal things to, because she'll use it against you later on.
Now don't gete wrong I love my family and I don't hate her, and I always try to be kind and gentle and respectful towards them, but as a young adult, because of how I was treated and the shit I went through, I am very fond of my personal space and being alone.
Meeting new people terrifies me and is absolutely fun, it's a weird combination of fight and flight constantly.
So I'll chat with friends over the phone and make a call every now and then, and then I'd ignore everything and everyone for weeks on end, and just the thought of spending time with people makes me wanna run for the hills, and then my parents would force me to do something and I'd be so uncomfortable, but I always end up telling myself, to get over it, take a deep breath.
Yeah it sucks, I know, but I'm trying.
