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How many years has it been since I touched this thing? Facebook became the outlet to my random thoughts, but it never fit. My friends and family complained about how cryptic I was. It's my fault; I write secretly looking for a response. For a response that is worth my words. A response that will make me look up from my life and see someone else that can see what I see.
Wes believed- I'm not sure he still does- that noone changes. He has changed. I have changed. We all change. But big changes? From light to dark, from ditz to contemplative? Vanilla will always be vanilla, wont it? I've tried to change people. They end up becoming something else completely.
I'm trying to choose who I will be. And maybe I can.
Wes believed- I'm not sure he still does- that noone changes. He has changed. I have changed. We all change. But big changes? From light to dark, from ditz to contemplative? Vanilla will always be vanilla, wont it? I've tried to change people. They end up becoming something else completely.
I'm trying to choose who I will be. And maybe I can.