I don’t really forgive people I just pretend like its ok and wait for my opportunity to destroy them
I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realise that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on. It’s perfectly normal.
Be good to people. Even the shitty ones. Let the assholes be assholes. You’ll sleep better.
I don’t give a fuck about who doesn’t like me, who stopped fucking with me, who stopped speaking to me, or any of the petty shit people do towards me because I sleep great every night.