It's hard to accept losing your past.
Especially since nearly every proverb we know tells us never to forget our history, lest we be doomed to repeat it. But ... when the person who you were is no longer the person you are, what are you to do?
I used to have friends who I'd support and love unabashedly, no matter how ghetto, no matter how ... strange. Even when they only came by my house to eat and ask for money, feelings were never questioned. Now though, I'm surrounded by a strange lot. People who I can't say that I love no matter what. Fuck. Even if the opportunity came for me to effortlessly slip into my 'old life', it would not be the same. It'd just be another facade for another group.
My old friends don't know who I've become.
My family never thought this is the strange little girl I'd develop into.
And it's hard to put a finger on how to feel about all of this.
Especially since nearly every proverb we know tells us never to forget our history, lest we be doomed to repeat it. But ... when the person who you were is no longer the person you are, what are you to do?
I used to have friends who I'd support and love unabashedly, no matter how ghetto, no matter how ... strange. Even when they only came by my house to eat and ask for money, feelings were never questioned. Now though, I'm surrounded by a strange lot. People who I can't say that I love no matter what. Fuck. Even if the opportunity came for me to effortlessly slip into my 'old life', it would not be the same. It'd just be another facade for another group.
My old friends don't know who I've become.
My family never thought this is the strange little girl I'd develop into.
And it's hard to put a finger on how to feel about all of this.
1 comment:
ah, i feel you more than you know.
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