Changes.

I used to try to please people, and when they were happy, so was I. Now I can’t be fucked about what others think. Coupled with my whiplash tongue, I don’t quite know if that’s a good or bad thing.

I miss my friends and knowing that I have someone to run to when I need to feel safe. I have my own back, but it’s knowing that other people have your back too that makes having your own back so much easier.