All my life, I was convinced by people around me that I was difficult, high-maintenance, and short-tempered. And I loved them so much that I believed them. So, I accepted whatever and whoever came my way - thinking that's all I could get, all I deserved. They convinced me I was the problem - and because of that, I let others bully, harass, and abuse me, thinking I somehow deserved it. They weren't concerned about me; they were insecure about themselves and jealous of me. Until one day, I finally realized they didn't care - they set me up for self-destruction. I wasn't difficult — I just knew more than them. I wasn't high-maintenance — I simply knew what I wanted. And I wasn't short-tempered - I just couldn't handle their stupidity. Unfortunately, not all of us are blessed with supportive family and friends - if you are, guard it with your life. And if you're not - run, as far and as fast as you can.