So when I got my tattoo the artist asked me about the idea and I told him the whole story about what happened to me and he asked me did I think that situation changed me and I said no that I thought I would be more cautious but other wise the same.
Today at work this guy is telling me how he just came from a funeral and his friend just passed and I felt really sad for him but then I heard this voice in my head that said “this guy is full of it” an then I realized that yea, I’ve changed. Now it’s like even complete strangers are lying to me for no reason and I never thought like that before but when you’ve had someone who you thought you were close to, lie about everything except for their existence when you never gave them a reason to then I guess that will happen. God please grant me serenity. I can’t live my life thinking that every one I meet is out to cause harm to me, smh