What a pest I’ve been, says when I couldn’t dress myself till 5th grade.
Even though it’s a shameful thing but I least thought of it as I was always been pampered and before I could even realize it turned into a habit.
A bad one.
That is probably the first reason for me being too sensitive over things.
Being loved by everyone made me think, all my life it was going to be the same and no one would ever ignore me, but reality stands just opposite of what I thought.
So who knew this was going to be a SLAP at my face and burst the bubble I was in.
It’s sort of heartbreaking, that the ones who loved me talking non stop, now want me to shut my mouth because they find my truth, offensive much.
I miss all those times when I needed reasons to stop talking, but then things turned upside down,
