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Am I, a bad person? An ode to change.

I drift in just a stereotypically trouble girl aspect. I don’t see the appeal of a best friend nor do I wish to have one. My own company at times is too much for be. I am independent among the height of most things, independent and self-driven. I am independent, nomadic but yet attached to a small few.

I don’t want to be your bff, I honestly do not care enough to run through the annoyance of small talk. The small talk itself is you trying to make me become someone I am simply not. And that is this close intertwined sister like figure, so close it hurts. That’s not me, it never will be.

I dislike your need to bring me further in, it’s only my annoyance my guilty annoyance fester inside me. Why, am I so guilty. I know it’s me been moody making me not soo much into your chats make like my fluctuating desire for coffee, my need and will power to withstand this chit chat slowly fades deeper. I feel myself find the idea of socializing with someone whom once was a close friend, ( here’s that word again ) guilty.

But, I have changed. I have not grown up, to say the least. But, I have changed. I have become selfish, but I had to. I have expanded out of this dull little shell, I don’t want to hold your hand. I honestly have better things to do. For me, you may need to change, but then I will change again. Like I always do. I transform into another shade of myself for a year or two, then transform again. And that is just me, you can’t keep up with these waves. The idea is to not.

It’s the guilt of me knowing what I am doing that’s the selfish part, I need to be alone. I need to be with open minded independent people. I don’t want to live the same lives as it was before. The dynamics are shifted much like life does, and now we are in different tides crossing the ocean and that’s ok. They may cross again, they may not.

I hate to use the line, it’s not you, it’s me. But, that’s the truth. I am in a different place are your habitual in nature and that’s the way it is.

Like ships on the open sea, we may cross paths one day.

 

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and an ode to possible ending a friendship

 

The basic

Chelsea boot,

The plain, the simple, the easy.

I have currently been travelling around Europe and swore by my beloved Asos Chelsea boots with oxford detailing. But, sadly…..they did not withstand the constant walking around, resulting in retirement.

This post is an ode to these beautiful boots that have inspired me to possible purchases more expensive ones in the future ( several shopping carts on several online stores have been filled).  I am possibly in the near future investing in a basic staple of the R&M Williams boot, but don’t want to look like a farmer or we could go big with a really quality purchases. WHO KNOWS, more online shopping to progress.

However, I am still overcoming wearing Chelsea boots with shorts, as they make anyone on the smaller side legs look slightly larger. That been said when paired with denim the Chelsea will elongate your legs.

I will never forget the first time I wore head to toe black with them, i.e. black skinny jeans ( the Chelsea boots best friend ) and black tee. Someone told me I looked like I was in a band, lame I know….but it made me  feel great.

You will be missed and I will always love you.

 

 

Little life adivce

I once dated this guy, well it seemed we were. He was sweet and nice and it were cute together , but something wasn’t quite right at the end. Maybe , it was another girl or maybe he got bored but after one date , nothing , I literary never heard from him again after dating for two months. Its like he didn’t have the guts to actually tell me it wasn’t working. The moral of this tale is kids , don’t date someone is your not ready to break up with someone. The same goes for jobs and the way your dress, if you aren’t ready to here the negative maybe you need to work on yourself. After all this is how we learn.