Why do I have to change? Why is it that I’m spreading myself too thin and I’m too nice and not the world is too harsh and mean?
I don’t want to change. I don’t want to harden myself. The world needs more softness.
Stop telling me to change. Stop taking advantage of me. Stop being unappreciative.
I won’t change. I will keep forgiving. I’m not going to close the door. I refuse.