You used to be so vocal and matter of fact. You always stood up for yourself. You were not only your best friend but your only friend. Words rolled off your back like running water. What feelings? I don’t think you had any.
You didn’t have time to let things bother you because you suffered from severe tunnel vision. You lived by the principle, if someone hurt your feelings, your clapback was strategic.
You were tough. A mini version of your father.
You didn’t allow people to get close to you because that would mean you would have to start caring and considering others. Which isn’t a bad thing but you know what you mean. And no boys allowed within 100 ft. of your heart. You didn’t second guess yourself. You were the coolest person you knew. Everything was intact, from your self-esteem to self-worth. And even though, I’ve grown into someone you’re proud of…
Every now and then, I find myself, missing [old] myself.
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