Sometimes you’ll just never be on the same page as someone, no matter how hard you try and how many times you erase and adjust the way your feelings are presented and filtered out. Sometimes it just doesn’t work. It leaves you exhausted because you’re constantly emptying yourself and altering yourself and your perception to change the course of the chapter you’re in but there’s no controlling life or the lessons it presents to you. You can’t manipulate something that is (or isn’t) already meant for you, you can’t escape a lesson or the pain you know it will bring you. Recently I’ve come to the realisation that other people’s behaviour towards and treatment of me has a lot less to do with me and is much more about themselves. You can give and give and give yourself to someone over and over again but if they don’t truly want something or aren’t in the same place as you, you’ll be left feeling neglected, unappreciated and empty. Unloved and unwanted. As much as that hurts and it’s not something I easily accept, I refuse to let it haunt me the way it did the first time I was let down by someone I loved. Being mad at someone for their actions is easier to let go than being mad at yourself for falling for their words and excuses time and time again. I hold it against myself when others do wrong by me because I feel like I should have known better than to trust them in the first place. What I need to remember is that I wasn’t at fault for having hope in someone and their actions don’t define me.