I went from being this girl that was happy and somewhat satisfied with life. I was this girl who smiled and actually meant it. I was this girl who didn’t mind what others thought of her and didn’t mind how she looked like either. I was this girl who was just herself. And now, I don’t even know who I am.
Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. so instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.
Or when you laugh anyway, because otherwise people will call you oversensitive and say that you don’t know how to take joke, when really, it’s the offender who should learn to not say fucked up things.