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USA 1993
i’m honestly a really kind person, i will do whatever it takes to make the people i love happy. no matter what i have to do i will do it, but that also doesn’t give you the right to take advantage of me. i’m a human being. thank you.
too nice
i really do think I’m a nice person, sometimes too nice. people tell me this a lot and explain I’m nice in ways they never would have it in them to be. it’s just hard for me to be mean even one was mean to me. it makes me feel worse than I did when they made me feel bad. even after being treated so poorly by someone, I still always care. i like this about myself, but it’s also really hard sometimes.
Push over OR Architect?
Push Over | “Transitioning Seamlessly”
I'm a pushover.
Since I was a child I'd let people take advantage of me.
My sisters, my friends, everyone.
Little things at first. "Get me water" or "let me be the queen at recess".
Then I got older.
And the advantages got worse.
"Drive me around while I'm drunk out of my mind."
"Lay there in silence while I do what I want with our bodies."
Every advantage chips away and me and with a breath...
I fall.
I don't seem like a pushover.
I'm harsh, cold hearted, mean to be funny. I make decisions quickly and make fun of boys for a few laughs. I deliberately rebel, creating a fake image, an avatar of myself that would never waver.
I think that the more... anti-pushover acts I do, the more blocks I add to my wall, the stronger I'll be.
But I'm not building my wall horizontally around my heart. I'm placing one block on another, creating a tower that reaching towards the sky the way I reach towards freedom, grasping, swaying in the wind, straining for stability but-
*poof*
A breath, a nudge, and I'm falling, crumbling to the ground in a heap of a broke, shattered, worthless mess.
Pushed over.
Listen/purchase: Demo EP by Push Over