Do any of us really know who we are? or do we all try so hard to please others that we forget to find our real selves?
send me a color?
Purple: 10 facts about my room
Blue: 9 facts about my family
Green: 8 facts about my body
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
Orange: 6 facts about my home town
Red: 5 facts about my best friend
Pink: 4 facts about my parents
White: 3 facts about my personality
Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things
Black: 1 fact about the person I like
So I had this friend once, and he was like my best friend. I thought we were gonna be friends forever, which by the way it didn’t work out like that. But I stopped everything for this one friend, I stopped reading constantly because I was too busy being his friend. I stopped being funny, loud, annoying. I stopped being me so that he’d accept me more. I stopped being the person I had grown to be, I became someone unrecognizable. My music wasn’t what I wanted, it was what he liked. I changed myself to fit with him. Late last year our friendship fell apart, and I thought I’d never be happy again. I’d never trust people. I’ve started to read again, listen to music that well only hippies would get. I’ve turned into the person I had grown to be, and I was back to me. I am in love with history and I’ve found myself back with that part of my life. I love ranting about how fucked up the world is, I’m doing that again. My life is now about me, not about fitting in with people. And you know I thought at first I’d never be able to be happy, but to be honest I’ve never been as happy in my life. So basically I’m just telling you all; You can try to change yourself to fit in with someone but oneday you’re going to get fed up of the lie.
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower.
When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him.
After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry.
When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears.
Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life,
you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again
and wonder why you ever stopped.