Change is good. Adaption is the very definition of life- and I am very much alive.
In as much as I want to deny my friends of the truth they bare, I possibly can’t. They get under my skin and tell me that all is not well with everything that I have become. They’re right and they’re absolutely wrong.
In the aftermath of a very tragic chapter of my life, I have been feeling nothing but abysmally void. Empty, barren and raw silent.
I used to be a "good" girl and now they say I’ve altered into something "bad". To put it bluntly I’ve mutated into a scenario of "GOOD GIRL GONE BAD" theme. Its like a fairy tale with theme park characters. No one really understands.
Now this wretched thing that I have transformed into is not that unethical. I don’t do drugs, I don’t do boys and I don’t do SEX. That subject is out of my league. I may be open about it or share my thoughts about it but, no. Never. The only thing that might have revised about me is that I go out alot, I don’t go home after 30 hours, I drink too much, I smoke a lot, I even dyed my hair, the way I dress, I put on make up and a lot of stuff they mentioned that have changed with me. Those things that I have specified that they said struck a little close to home. Or maybe it did. They are right.
I cannot negate thier comments cause a long time ago I’ve already accepted the fact that I was changing. To rebuff these changes would only permit the world to eat me alive, letting me deteriorate slowly till I no longer am lucid.
I am fully alive now. Thanks to changes. And thanks to my friends for accepting whomever I have become. (even though they liked me better way back)