I've always been sensitive, and for the most part, it's manageable—until someone yells at me or blames me for something. What hurts the most is that, throughout my life, it's the people closest to me who have caused me pain. Over time, I've gotten used to it, but it has left a mark. Now, whenever I sense that someone no longer likes me or values me, my instinct is to pull away.
It's not that I harbor hate or resentment towards them; it’s more about feeling unworthy to be in their presence. I distance myself as much as I can, retreating behind an invisible wall. I unfollow them, remove them from my followers, and delete their numbers. With each step, as I build that wall higher, a strange sense of comfort washes over me. The isolation feels safer than risking more hurt.
I don't chase after people anymore—there’s no desire for it. I no longer feel attached to anyone, and surprisingly, I’m becoming more comfortable with that. I used to be a crybaby, someone easily moved by emotions. But now, the tears rarely come.
It’s 2 a.m., and I’m just leaving these thoughts here. I guess I needed to put them out somewhere, even if just on my message board.
