I wonder what is happening to me as a person.. I was this cute lil innocent baby gurl not caring even for herself.. when my mom was the first and my dad was the last preson to choose my clothes. When I was unbothered by rejections. When I was not too crazy about my environment. When someone else's existence didn't matter to me. Look at me now, my insecurities are becoming unhidden secrets. My acceptance is all what matters. I am not included in things any more. I want to be loved, but why? Why am I feeling all this? Why do I need to be...