I do not know if my friends have gotten to be less dependable over the years or if they were never great friends all along. Perhaps it may be a bit of both, but whatever the case may be, there is one thing I know for certain. I deserve better than what I have allowed myself to have in the past. I have wasted a lot time caring for people who aren’t worthy of my concern. I naively believed that people could change and would change for me.

I wasted my time on the wrong people, and neglected friendships that could have blossomed into something beautiful. It’s time I’m never going to get back. There’s nothing I can do now, but move forward and learn from my mistakes.

I acknowledge that no one is responsible for how I am treated, but myself. There’s a difference between having compassion for yourself and feeling sorry for yourself. I used to feel sorry for myself when people tried to take advantage of me or try to make me feel badly about myself, but I’ve learned that you cannot move forward if you throw yourself a pity party. Through having compassion for myself, I have allowed myself to mourn how little I used to care about myself and take control.

I’m done with being overly agreeable and subservient. I am not going to let people take me for granted anymore or treat me like a second option. I have tried to be happy for so long. I am not going to let anyone take that away from me.