margotanderson:
“At some point it will no longer hold up, your essence will fade away. You become what you thought you were pretending to be.” It hadn’t happened to her, but she’d watched it happen to dozens of girls around her. They pretended that they were proud and simple until that’s all that was left, wisps of the bright girls who could have had the world. “And what’s the fun in changing every minute, living with consequences is what gives life its risk.”
“Oh, but that’s the challenge,” she states, sitting up straighter, looking at Margot fully, vibrant green eyes meeting the brunette’s. “Not losing yourself along the way, even though sometimes it’s for the best,” she says, tilting her head some at Margot’s next words and shrugging slightly. “I suppose if that’s your kind of fun. I personally like a mix of both, keep things a guessing game for other people.”
