So I’m sat on my bed contemplating everything that has happened in the past couple of weeks.
Like why do I let the same people into my life and let them do the same shitty things over and over again thinking that they may have changed. I knew in my head they hadn’t but in my heart I wanted it to be true.
I’m just too much of soft touch to ever see people for who they truly are. I always want to see the good in them when in reality there isn’t any good in them at all.