I am aware that I am not as good as a person today than three years ago.

There are people that I hate now. Heck, I used to love everybody before.

There are offenses that I consider unforgivable; I even declared WAR against those offenders.

Hate…. Why do I keep hatred in my heart now?

I remember myself to be a very forgiving and broadminded person.

Could it be the bitter experiences?
Does it mean that I’m emotionally stronger now because I can bear to burn bridges with the ones that I used to love?

I don’t know.

I am not happy with what I am now. I know that there’s a way to be good again. I just have to trust the people around me—not all of them are vultures, anyway.

Yes, there’s a way to be good again.