My best friend looked me straight in the face tonight and told me that I need to change what I'm doing. Five days ago I wrote that I wanted to do something different. Why did I want I change? Because I know something is going wrong in my life, and I thought I had pin pointed what was going on. But the truth of the matter is, I don't know what to think anymore.
My friend was telling me that I'm just too nice to people, men especially, and that's why I get walked all over. Well, to all the people who walk all over me because I'm too nice... Fuck you. Who are you to take advantage of a girl who is being REAL and wanting to care about you. Just because I sent you text messages that make you think that I'm thinking of you. Why are you reading so much into it?
Hear it here. I CARE ABOUT EVERY ONE. It's my blessing and my curse. I can meet some one once, and it's guaranteed that I will think of you at a future date. I hate that I'm like that... But I will not change for any one. The people I have in my life, without knowing it, love me for that strange quality that I have. Because I care so much about people is the reason I DO have so many friends.
And yes, my whole life revolves around other people, but for as hard as I've tried to change it, I cannot. This is who I am. And if I have big enough balls to say it aloud, then I should be respected for it.
So all it all... To the douchbags who walk all over me because I'm a nice girl... The hell with you. I hope that you had a fun ride, but at the end of the day... You will get what's coming to you for hurting me. And to the people who think that this is hurting me... It is... But I cannot change how I am. It kills me at times like these, but I know I'm a good person. And I will take being a good person over being a bitch. Even it's what's best for me...
Ps... You know I love you... And I listen to what you have to say... But if some one wants to walk in and out of my life... That's fine. They were sent to me so that I can learn something. And boy, I have learnt.
To the moon and back.
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