I forgot about myself… How long it took me to realize that the most important person in my life is ME! I was busy being always present for others, always attentive to the needs of others, willing to give everything and not refuse anyone, those who know me can confirm or deny what is written and what will follow… I was busy pleasing everyone, helping and thanking everyone. Later I noticed that there were too few who tried to please me. I was busy giving, sharing everything I had so I would not receive anything in return. And moreover, when I had nowhere else to go, I was reproached and I was set aside, thrown on the way by those to whom I gave everything… I was busy making people happy who did not know how to appreciate. I was busy cheering others on while my soul was crying. I was busy receiving criticism and re-pros, for what I did and what I did not do, as if I was forced to do or not do something, as if others had the right to impose on me how to live my life. I have been busy being judged by some who believe themselves to be standards of ethics and morality. I have been busy enduring insults, blows to the back, betrayals, crises, and whims, from people devoid of humanity and character. I have been busy waiting for appreciation from people who are incapable of recognizing merit. I was busy suffering for those who did not deserve it and crying for some who built their happiness on my tears. I was busy trying to show those unable to know me… what I really am. I was busy peeling off labels, some of which stuck to me after the first impression. I was busy making mistakes that I did not make and evaluating myself according to the "normality and values" of others. I was busy wearing a mask towards some people, who if they had seen how I really am, that I am also a vulnerable, sensitive person, would not have stepped on my feet and would not have taken advantage. I was busy letting others limit me. I have been busy enduring the envy of some and feeling guilty that I have more than them, to defend those who lack personality and cowards, at the risk of making enemies, but I have not seen any of them to never defends me. I have been busy forgiving people who have wronged me. I was busy proving to some that I was a good person, forgetting that those with wicked souls could not see others as good. I have been busy rejoicing in the achievements of others, suffering for their failures, and forgetting to rejoice in my own accomplishments or to weep for my own troubles. I was busy listening to others, interested in their pain, their dreams, but too few showed that they cared about my sufferings and dreams. I was busy dealing with the problems of others. I was busy wasti