don't believe everything you hear.

someone once told me... "hurt people, hurt people". i've always hated that saying. what bullshit. because i was more than hurt. i was shattered inside, into a million tiny pieces, almost unrepairable. but i never reflected it onto others. i made sure to never make my problems anyone else's. i smiled and got on with my day, before finally burying my face into my damp pillows at night. i never allowed the pain behind my heavy eyes to shine through. i still carried the weight of everyone i loved on top of my own. i wiped everyones tears while the collar of my hoodie collected mine trickling down my neck. i stood tall so that others had a shoulder to lean on. i am a good person. i know that. i love unconditionally. i’m loyal. i will always be there, no matter how much i hate someone, no matter if they weren't there for me. i give people all of the love i have inside of me, despite knowing it'll never be reciprocated. i give second chances, and third, and fourth and even fifth, even when i know i shouldn't. because i know how it feels to be isolated and alone. quietly suffering. i believe the best in people even though it gets me hurt, i give the benefit of the doubt. so no, it’s not always true. i am living, breathing, walking proof that hurt people do not always have to hurt people.