We always say our parts make us. They build us and strengthen. We say that make us better than we were yesterday, for that have taught us alot and will prevent us from making the same mistakes in future. We believe and live with that perspective of life. Little do we know all those encounters are changing us, and not good as we think, but to monsters we can’t even accept.
You realise that your past makes you so scared of being hurt again that you always hurt people trying to prevent yourself from doing the same mistake again. You change from being the victim to a perpetrator. And the sad part is you don’t realise that. I’m your head, you protecting yourself but in reality you doing exactly what was done to you to other innocent souls.
That’s the sad part about life.