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I am an Emotional Poet
Rainbow-Mind
15/Female/Australia
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Last Visit: 179 weeks ago
Ang
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Hmmm... it's been a while. So much happens in so little time. I change my mind so quickly/easily.
Trust means nothing to some people. Today the people I trust the most let me down. It feels so bad to have your two best friends tell you;
"Ang, we feel like you've changed. Is there something wrong? Something you're not telling us? Because you're not like you used to be, not happy all the time. You're trying to make people like you by changing the way you act. We don't like it."
I could literally feel my mouth drop. Where had this come from? Options are:
1. Ang has finally grown up
2. Ang has too many issues than she can handle and has finally cracked
3. Ang really has changed
4. Ang is actually truly being herself for the first time
Who knows? It really got me thinking though.... I think I have changed. I don't even know who I am anymore.... but if I don't then who are they to judge me on what they think they know of me? I feel like I always land myself in situations that I think I can handle until I fuck things up. Like usual. Like today.
Once again Andrew Boiteau weasels his way back to me. Three times we've had a little "thing". Three times it has gone wrong. Yesterday he dumped his mole of a girlfriend for me, only to tell me today that he changed his mind and he likes her more than he thought. Lovely.
Ah screw it all I'm done. I don't need lectures. I don't need lies. And I certainly don't need them.
Until next time readers <3
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I hope you choke on a cardboard cut-out of Julia Roberts. x
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