The old me was too afraid of losing people... The new me don't care anymore. I used to shrink myself just to make others feel comfortable. I stayed silent when I should’ve spoken up. I tolerated disrespect, brushed off red flags, and held onto one-sided relationships out of fear—fear of being alone, fear of not being enough, fear that if I let go, I’d regret it.

But not anymore.

Now, I understand that losing people isn't the end of the world—sometimes, it's the beginning of finding myself. I’ve learned that people come and go, and their exit doesn’t define my worth. I’ve stopped begging for love, stopped fighting for places I was never meant to belong, and stopped overextending for those who wouldn’t do the same for me.

The new me protects my peace like it’s sacred—because it is. I’ve realized that not everyone deserves access to me. Some people were lessons, not lifelong companions. And that’s okay.

I no longer chase after people who walk away. I no longer lose sleep over opinions that don’t matter. I no longer pour into empty cups while mine runs dry. The version of me today knows that solitude is better than forced connections, and that self-respect is more valuable than temporary attention.

So no, I don’t care anymore—not in a cold or bitter way, but in a healed and evolved way. I care about my growth. I care about my peace. I care about becoming someone I’m proud of. And if that means letting go of what once felt impossible to release, then so be it. I didn’t come this far just to stay stuck in fear.

The old me was afraid of losing people. The new me understands that losing them was the best thing that ever happened to me."