Simply misunderstood...

All my life, people I allow to come into my space have either loved me or hated me. I'm used to being misunderstood. It took me all the way until I reached adulthood to figure out why that is though. When you know you are a good person, and people constantly misread you and walk in and out of your life, it makes you question who you really are vs. how people actually perceive you. It makes you wonder is it them? Or am I really that unlikeable? It wasn't until I got to love and understand myself fully that I found the answer to that question. If a person doesn't care enough to tell me about myself, they never cared at all. So it's not me. I know I'm not perfect--no one is. But the definition of a friend never changes. Either they are a friend, or they aren't. One thing I have learned over the years: Some people make your life better by walking into it; and others make it better by leaving. It's up to me to know the difference.