My favourite loser was me when I realised that the person who broke me the most was me. My own expectations from people, my own care for people who won't ever care for me. I gave too much, felt too deeply, and carried every memory like a trauma in my chest. My heart was sensitive, my soul was tired, I, and I kept reliving pain again and again. People think I'm tough because I'm still standing, but they don't see how much of myself I lost just trying to love and be loved. The world didn't ruin me; I was ruined by the way I hurt myself trying to fit into it. And now I don't know how to go back to who I used to be.