I don't really know what to say. I guess it's better to know. I don't even know if it was told on purpose.
I like one washed up loser a year and it turns out he can't even like me back. I just don't really get it. I thought I was attractive, intelligent, nice. For the longest time I kept hearing that I was too much of a bitch, but I guess that wasn't it. I can't believed I ever worked to change myself for the people around me, it seems it makes absolutely no difference to them.
I really should listen to my own catchphrase. Well here's one more layer to my already thick skin.
C'est ma vie,
anastasia
I like one washed up loser a year and it turns out he can't even like me back. I just don't really get it. I thought I was attractive, intelligent, nice. For the longest time I kept hearing that I was too much of a bitch, but I guess that wasn't it. I can't believed I ever worked to change myself for the people around me, it seems it makes absolutely no difference to them.
I really should listen to my own catchphrase. Well here's one more layer to my already thick skin.
C'est ma vie,
anastasia
Change is alright, as long as you're doing it for you. Whenever you feel like you need to change who you are for someone else to like you, you're dealing with the wrong person.
Relationships do have small sacrfices and comprimises, but from both directions...you need to still be you.
You seem like a sweet girl, don't let it get to you too much. You'll be alright