I'm a MESS.

I'm completely different from who I used to be, I'm practically all the things I never wanted to be and all the things I wish I could be now, I'm finding it hard to even muster up enough motivation to even think about them. I used to think that if someone, anyone, needed help I would be the first one willingly offering my hand, but now I'm beginning to feel that I don't need to care about people who don't matter and I don't need anymore people in my life. I'm satisfied with the selection of people I already have. Instead of spreading my love to various people, I can concentrate it on a select few. I used to think of myself from other people's points of views, but now I'm thinking of myself from the inside out. I'm beginning to search for love and acceptance from myself for myself. I've begun to look for ways to achieve happiness. It's not hard if I just look for the individual sources of my unhappiness.

At my lowest points, there was no one else I saw, but you. I'm still trying to make sense of this twisted up story...