People change all the time, and I can't quite understand why. Maybe I'm not changing that much that rapidly cause I'm so stubborn when it comes to accepting other people's needs. But this isn't about me, this is about people who've been the closest and have changed the most. I used to have a brother that I could always count on. My first friend when I moved from Baltimore to California. We were identical and furthermore inseparable, but after 3 months of college this person I couldn't pick out of a line up. Then there are other people who I admired their ferocity and aggressiveness, and I've come to learn they are all bark and no bite. Like how do you respect that? Those who are close to me seem to be the only who's who haven't really changed. Yea we grow up, but we don't change our whole identity because you don't know who or what you really are yet. Basically were all young, or at least anybody who's reading this I think you're as young as I am lol. Were not supposed to know what were are or who we'll become but thats no excuse for trying to have an identity crisis. I'm rambling so there will be more venting tomorrow once my thoughts are as in order as I can ever seem to get them.
But now I sleep.
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