I started out being an overall rather unpleasant person I think. Unempathetic, arrogant, with a superiority complex. Then in my young adulthood all of that came crashing down. I guess one could call it maturity. A sort of maturity at least. I realized that I'm not better than everyone else, and I learned to empathize with people a bit more.
But as for "what has happened to me"...I couldn't really say. There isn't really a before and an after. Shit hit the fan very, very early on in my life, during my early childhood. Would I have been a better person if my parents hadn't, for all intents and purposes, abandoned me? Yeah, most likely. Kind of hard to pour from an empty cup. I've never been the most giving or supportive person. Although I've had my moments. But most of them ended in heartbreak. So now I'm kind of afraid to love people. I'm tired of being betrayed. Although I haven't closed myself off entirely.