Sometimes I found that the world can change on a second and people can change in a minute. Why does it seem that we paint pictures of the things that surrounds us like people, the guy you like, friends, animals, and even food. In the end you realize your friends were never friends, the guy like wasn't Prince Charming or am I the only one who stilled believe in that, either way we paint it then realize it didn't turn out like the painting you had in your head. Since when have I changed,is the question, and is it good? They say the older you get you become wiser if so I feel 100, but still make the craziest decisions. Is it so wrong that I want to change? Is it so wrong I want to find out the reason why we act the way we want. I guess the age of puberty has come. Even if your a late bloomer. Ha , we'll if your reading this keep reading along the path of mess.
