Sometimes I sit around, thinking about the way I was in the past. Sometimes I was nice, but other times I was a complete mess. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. A lot of the time, I was frustrated because I never seemed to get anything right. Sometimes I was mean, other times I was desperately nice. I just didn’t understand what people wanted from me.
Yea, even now I get that feeling, but it’s more rare.
I’m not sure what the change was, to be honest. A lot of self-help stuff will tell you to stop caring what people think, to be kinder, to find aspirations, and a million other things. It’s hard being a human being and it’s hard listening to this kind of advice that tells you that everything can be fixed.