(no subject)
Dear god I can't believe I'm doing this again.
I suppose I should give a little update on my life, considering it's literally been ages since I've posted here. But no, there's not time for that. Maybe later.
So lately I've been trying to be this different person. A person can change if they truly want to, right? I'm trying to be the old person I used to be; you know, that charming passionate person who listens to everything you say, who truly cares about you. But the person I'm with, she's changed over time also, and she's no longer that girl. Well, she is, just not with me. She sees me as tainted, and for some reason won't believe I've genuinely changed. I absolutely hate this. Hate that I can't be who I want to be because whenever she pushes me away I become depressed, upset, and let down. And I know, I did something horrible to betray her trust months ago. But time doesn't pass the same for me and her. I look at what's been accomplished since then, she looks at the small amount of time that's passed, starting when it hit her, not necessarily when it happened.
I'm afraid of being this callous old crone who won't change because of fear that it won't be welcomed.
Happy fourth of july, I suppose.
I suppose I should give a little update on my life, considering it's literally been ages since I've posted here. But no, there's not time for that. Maybe later.
So lately I've been trying to be this different person. A person can change if they truly want to, right? I'm trying to be the old person I used to be; you know, that charming passionate person who listens to everything you say, who truly cares about you. But the person I'm with, she's changed over time also, and she's no longer that girl. Well, she is, just not with me. She sees me as tainted, and for some reason won't believe I've genuinely changed. I absolutely hate this. Hate that I can't be who I want to be because whenever she pushes me away I become depressed, upset, and let down. And I know, I did something horrible to betray her trust months ago. But time doesn't pass the same for me and her. I look at what's been accomplished since then, she looks at the small amount of time that's passed, starting when it hit her, not necessarily when it happened.
I'm afraid of being this callous old crone who won't change because of fear that it won't be welcomed.
Happy fourth of july, I suppose.