There was a time when I had to take care of myself and give way to my dreams more than how I really should. It was because of an uncontrollable situation which people didn’t get a chance to fully understand. It appeared to be a selfish act when it really was done for self-preservation- a very sensitive topic which cannot be handled by immature minds. I kept my guards up- way up, and because of this, I didn’t give other people a chance to get in or I let people down that they actually want out.
Things got better after a very long haul. By this time, I promised to be a better person/ friend to others. I tried to keep a small inner circle but still remained sociable and friendly.
Now, I can say that I go the extra mile for people. But then in the past couple of weeks, when there were little troubles or hassles, I realized that there were, maybe, one or two people who really go the extra mile for me and that in the end, it’s always my mum or my dad who I can really turn to. It’s starting to frustrate me. Eventhough I have this superhero complex, well, this just in: I AM STILL HUMAN…and humans get tired, too.