Some of my closest friends here know that I'm "the sensitive one." It's something I used to be ashamed of. However, now I embrace it. I have a good heart, I have good intentions, and I wish no harm to anyone. I love hard and forgive quickly. It ends with many brokenhearted moments, but I never regret them. I cherish each one.
Sometimes I get caught up in the world and mistake acquaintances and enemies for friends. I let people get too close to me. I let my guard down because I foolishly believe no one means to do me any harm. I can hardly tell my friends from my foes. So I love them all for every deep cut they stab into me, allowing mistrust and deception to be the mainstream of how I'm treated. On the flip side, it also causes me to question those with even the best of intentions. They might actually be a friend. Yet I'll distance them for fear that their friendship isn't true or that there's some hidden agenda. For me, lately, they both feel and look the same.
If you've read this far, I'm uncertain if you're an enemy, a friend, or an acquaintance. Whichever you are, thank you for being here. You are helping me, become me! 🤗
