I've thought a lot lately about how:
people are friends for a few months, say they are best friends forever
when another comes along they break off.
One cares, the other.. half way
slowly it becomes uncomfortable and they can't tell eachother everything
like they did before.
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I have realized this. I forgot that I have true friends and I took advantage of it.
I thought that they didn't have the same interests as me anymore, when it was me that
was becoming more and more superficial.
That lasted a few months until i got tired of keeping of with the hair styles and such
and the clothes that had a look a certain way.
A person can be who they want to be, but if it isn't making them really happy why waste the time on it.
All I know is that i am trying to get closer to those i have always been close to, but have deserted
for a while.
What i'm really trying to say is ... I want to run free with the animals, lay on the beach while the sun kisses my golden skin, with long tangled hair that doesn't care about the feathers within it.
Free from drama and cares that most youth are confused with.
A beauty from the inside out.
I am thankful for those who have been my friend through all the retarded stages i went
through...and i guess knew who i was all along.
now that's genuine