As I think back on all the people that have come and gone from my life, its a very rough feeling. I feel like I give a piece of myself to everyone I get close too..I'm a talker, an open book who has a tendency to share too much. I'd like to think that I'm picky about who I let in but in reality I'm not..I see the best in people, I make them my family..my experience has taught me that most people don't deserve it. So now I'm stuck with trying to find the balance between not becoming jaded and reserving what I share and who I share it with..because honestly this year has made me lose a lot of faith in people and I'm becoming numb. And my tolerance of BS has reached its limit.
