When I was 17, someone once told me that if you pretend you don’t care for long enough, you eventually won’t. Years of pretending and said persons predictions have proved true. Now I see what I am missing. I see what people have and the connections they build. I see the ones they try to built with me and my instant rejection to their ideas. Because caring gets you hurt. Why would you care when you could pretend nothing matters? After all, it doesn’t. Right? That’s what I thought. I don’t want to think that. I want to be open again, like I was. I took someone else’s coping mechanism and made it my own. I turned myself into someone so cold. If I could change anything, I would tell that lanky girl with the long dark hair to stay warm. To not grow cold and to never push people away again. Is it too late to tell the woman here that, too?