DAY 1825

Mysterious

My old friends from school ask me where the talkitive, extroverted and bubbly girl went. Honestly, I don't know it myself. I don't know at which part of the road I ended up replacing her. My new friends wonder why I'm so reserved. The people around me that once criticised me for talking too much, now question my silence. Some thinking I'm just an attention seeker, others thinking I'm a depressed teenager. But when they ask me why I changed, I don't have a reason. Maybe it was those little things in life that changed me. Being used in the name of friendship, confused in the name of beauty and abused by the norms of society. I was always changing, you just didn't notice. Everybody is changing but we never notice until the change in their wave hits us. I try to trace back the steps I took but nothing seems unusual, it just happened. A slow but painful process filled with sleepless nights, confused tears and overthinking. But here I am , keeping boundaries for myself , not letting every person I meet in, being a little selfish and not blindly trusting anyone. They say I'm being rude to them but I'm just being polite to my body and soul. I'm still changing and who knows who I will become in the next five years? There are only three things that make out lives different, 1. The options we are given 2. The option we choose 3. The way we live the option we choose. And we do this everything, because even living is a choice.

2020-07-04 15:49:13

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Mysterious

@Valour And Faith Thank you 🥰🥰🥰

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2020-07-06 11:24:02

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Valour And Faith

@Mysterious My pleasure 😊✌

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2020-07-06 12:58:28

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POET UNKNOWN

Amazing 😍💖❣️💕

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2020-07-10 16:01:09

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