Be Patient With Me.
I was broken. No, really. I was. There was a time when my life was literally hell on earth, a time where all I could think of was "Is Jesus coming today or tomorrow, because I'm honestly tired." I was the type of person who people were afraid to talk to, the type people would rather stay away from because I wasn't a vibe. I was easily upset, I didn't want anyone around me, I thought I could live without friends, all because the problems I had with me made me feel like I didn't deserve the love that people were trying to give me. I didn't want to burden anyone with my problems. Of course I wasn't always like that. I was a "joyful" person. I loved people, I always wanted to be around people, but one experience I will never forget in highschool, changed my outlook on life. It narrowed my perspective and downplayed my positive emotions about myself. I started surviving instead of living. I didn't realize it then but as I grew older and st...