Adapting. Is is a struggle. For Me.
You have to know that I literally "lol'd" as typing that for a lot of reasons. Mostly because on any interview I've ever gone on, I've always said that being "adaptable" is one of my best qualities.
It has been brought to my attention that my ability to chameleon my way into situations is... Sucky. To say the least.
The older I get, the more I realize certain things. First, I, don't have enough pride in myself. Second, I, attempt to FORCE my pride. Third, I, AM JUST ME.
Just a girl that LOVES love.
Just a girl that LOVES people. Even if they didn't love me back.
Just a girl that LOVES family. Even if... the bond wasn't.... what family is about.
Just a girl that... attempted to maintain relationships... that could eventually fall apart.
I've always "adapted" to what was happening in my life.
The fact of the matter is this:
I'm done adapting. There comes a point in a persons life where they decide that "adapting" isn't enough. You finally figure out that attempting to become someone else's idea of "okay" isn't.... Okay.
I love.. Love.
I love... Me.
I love... that I can be somebody's "idea" of happy.
I love... that I can honestly say......................
I am a girl that just wants to be the woman that, that certain person says... That girl, no matter the cost, is the girl that...
... can "adapt" to me.