i'm not angry. i used to be soft. i used to be kind. yet people took my kindness for weakness. they hurt me many times, and all that pain slowly built up inside me. it wasn't just one thing. it was the disappointment, the broken trust, and the times i stayed silent when i was hurting. now i'm not angry. i'm just tired. tired of giving my best to people who never valued it. tired of being understanding while others took advantage of my good heart. pain changed me, not because i wanted to become cold, but because i had to learn how to protect myself.