Whoever is under the impression that everyone will remain the same is on some form of medication. I’m sorry, but we are creatures of change. Usually, the nicest girls become the biggest sluts because they get hurt time and time again and so resulting in a change between guy and guy, searching for that one.
Things happen. And things change things.
So I’ve changed because I’m a smartarse now. Okay, I accept that because I know that. But am I really supposed to just sit and absorb every single negative comment I get? Maybe something happened that made me change. Maybe I’m sick of being a pushover. Maybe I’m tired of never having a say. I’ve been a pushover in a relationship before. For almost two years and what did that result in? Months and months of depression.
If you hate someone for “changing”, maybe you need a change yourself.
It seems a lot of people expect me to be this 700% optimistic, Skittles-rainbows-sunshines-and-gummy-worms kinda person who never blows their top and is always understanding. I guess I bring that upon myself when I try to help everyone. But when I finally unleash Hell, it’s like no one expects it and suddenly, I’ve changed.
Newsflash, bitch. After a while, a person tends to get sick of being treated like a turd when they try to help you and you do nothing but say thanks and turn your back on them.
Don’t tell me I’ve changed when you don’t even fucking know what really goes on inside my head.