Change

When did our lives begin to change? We're not who we used to be, or we've grown into who we're going to be. I think it all started when we realized it wasn't only going to be "us" for the rest of our lives. The girls all hanging out, just the girls. When we came to believe that life wasn't always going to happen the way we planned it. No, our lives are far from being fair. But when did we take notice to that? What pushed us into that pit where we've been struggling to escape for so long?
"They" pushed us into that pit. Laughing and plotting on how to keep us there for the rest of our lives. Changing, in hope of finding that escape out of the dark pit. Or hoping and praying that one would be kind enough to lift us out, to shed light upon our faces, and like us for who we really are.

Boys:
She was a loner in life. She thought no one would understand what it was like to be her. No one had faced the hardships she faced. Everyone was just too dumb to understand. Too happy in their false reality.
Her friends seemed to be turning on her. Closing doors on friendships that seemed to have lasted for a long time. What did she do wrong? Why couldn't they understand her depression?
She cried. She cried so much that she thought maybe one day she'd run out of tears and she could stop. But they kept on flowing down her cheeks fractically.
Until she met him. He was the first person that set her heart into shocked gasps. She was young, stupid, and annoyed with this. She thought she hated the boy. Oh how she was wrong, so so wrong. Love, it's a dangerous thing. It's never to be taken lightly. And she figured that out quickly.
"He's moving." The words echoed through her head, she was unable to comprehend what she just heard.
"What?" She squeaked shocked, and dizzied by confusion.
"He's gone." Why couldn't she control her tears? Why couldn't she just let go? Why was she so upset? She was in love. How could she be so dumb?
Too bad she didn't know just how stupid that boy was. How much of an asshole he would turn out to be. How angry she would end up.
She had some one to go to, to talk to. He was her bestfriend that she barely knew.
When did this relationship begin? When did the line of friendship seem to cross over that dangerous line of love? Why did she feel the need to get to know him? Why? But after so much time, she began to realize there was no point in even liking him. No point in smiling when he was there. No point at all. He was always being vague with his answers, or questions. Never telling her straight out what he wanted. So why should she keep this going?
She didn't know.
But giving up just felt so wrong.

This girl was the opinionated girl. She wasn't afraid of what she said; but terrified at the same time. To be judged harshly was her fear. She just wanted to find the people that accepted her for who she was. But why didn't they? Why couldn't they understand her views on life?
Her so called friends tore her up, harshly taking away who she was. Breaking her so much, that there was barely any of her real self left. Why did she hang on so desperately so those who treated her so wrong?
She wanted to fit in. She wanted that one place where she could be herself, where she could say. "Yeah, I'm me. Have a problem with that?"
And then she found that place.
He gently helped her out of that dark pit. Letting her open up to him, letting her become herself once more. Little by little she rebuilt herself. More and more she began to smile. And then she became who she was.
There was a problem that kept them apart. It hurt her. It was the wall that she was meant to hit, so she could move on.
And she did. She moved on and met some one that completely accepted her. That could let her shine no matter what cloud tried to block her way. He was her own personal sun.
And she was finally happy. Some what.

Friends:
They met, those two girls. They're the reasons the other is still mentally sane today.
They told eachother things that they would never tell someone else. They rarely judged eachother, but told them their judgments on other people. They trusted one another. And they could be who they wanted to be in the first place near eachother.
When stupid boys came around, they helped eachother through the pain of rejection, of emotional imbalance. The "why do they act this way?" or "why don't they understand."

Then there came other friends, that understood, that gained their trust little by little. Opening their minds to new things and showing them it was okay to be who they wanted. Helping them become positive about things, instead of negative. Changing them into the people they are now. Changing...

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So why did we change so quickly? Why was it that we matured faster than others? Because of the pain we were put through. The need to find ourselves, the need to fit in. The need to find that one person that could just accept us for who were really are.

We changed so we could become ourselves...

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