Is it just me that notices that we get taken advantage of? Why is it? Is it because kindness is a thing that we take for granted? That we should display? Is it because in our heart of hearts and the rose colored glasses we more often than not "see through" end up making us feel that there is always something good in a person? A little dot of white in a deep dark black? Some sort of redeeming quality that we are supposed to see as INFPs?
But what about us? How many times are we supposed to sit and suffer? When do we call it? When do we finally say we're done and throw up our hands? Do we not because it would actively mean that in the end we are giving up in humanity in a way? Or is it something more than that. I couldn't tell you. I just know that I hate the fact that so much has shaped me to be rough around edges at times. I used to be so soft and able to feel, but now, I've been hurt a lot. There is so much scar tissue, that I don't know if things will ever go back. I've had those that I trusted most walk out or hurt me worse than I ever thought they could. I remember a time when I wasn't this way. And though I hate how it makes me feel I know that I have to get this way before I change. Before I look out for myself I have to be beaten down to the point of bloody and exhausted. And it sucks but this is what seems to be part of us as a type. It's just always a disappointment when it happens. It just makes me question why it takes so long. Am I the only one? The only one that gives chance after chance until I have no more to give? Or is it a thing we face as a type.... maybe?
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