It was negative from the start. I take blame because not only is it a maturity thing but it’s a moral thing. I know right from wrong and I know when I’ve made mistakes. Some people would like to make your mistakes the focal point of your life, but I can’t allow negative people like that in my life. It’s funny the things you realize when you stop trying to find reasons to hate someone, you find reasons why their opinions never mattered. At least that’s what I’m finding. I hurt because I thought that if I broke my back to be someone that I’m not I’d find happiness in making others happy. Though making others happy is a passion of mine I know better than to believe that will always keep me happy. I out others before myself. I’m a good person and it took this long to realize that one person doubting that doesn’t make it so.