i was different.
i was everyone’s friend. strangers were my favorite kind of people. i had a voice back then.
people described me as energetic, loud, always happy, the fun one, and other awesome things like that. lately i don’t even know what people say about me.
everyone knew who i was, and not because they saw me all the time, but because i actually had a reputation. not in a bad way; just for being all those above things.
and if anyone didn’t like me, i just told myself they were jealous. i never assumed there was anything wrong with me.
i just lived and loved and was happy. i didn’t have to force myself to be myself.
i miss when things were that easy…
and i don’t know why they aren’t anymore.