those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter
I have exactly no friends and I can’t trust my boyfriend (well, ex... we were trying to work it out... which didn't work)... and strangely, I’m ok with that. If you knew what went on and if you knew me… you wouldn’t think it was strange, actually. Never have I regretted and never have I been anything other than me. Anyone who knows me knows that. Apparently my “friends” don’t think the same way I do and/or never took the time to understand me. No, I’m not sorry for speaking my mind. No, I’m not sorry for getting angry at people who talk behind my back. I’m not sorry I’m me. I’m learning and growing and changing but I’ll always be me. I feel like nobody knows me and nobody cares.