|its hurts to watch a friend repeat the same history that swallowed me up; being asked to change who they are so that somebody else can be happy- only for that person to change their mind and go off and do there own thing. You get older, you get more jaded, you get more cynical, but you want to hold on to the stories your mum told you when you were little- something deep, something real, something to look forward to. why do people make us change when we don’t want to? why do people make us do things we don’t want to? only for those things to be the very things which ultimately break us apart? it’s four years and four months, but every day still hurts.|
Who enslaved your mind?