You can’t make a tiger change his stripes or for ask a viper to not be poisonous. So you got to let things be.
I hope to God you don’t die, you don’t go to jail, you don’t get liver damage. I hope to God you get your shit together before its too late.
Listening to music older than you are
Listening to only Top 40 Hits
Listening to Obscure Underground music nobody knows about
Bashing someone for their taste in music
Creating a false sense of superiority based on music choice
everytime this post comes back an angel gets its wings
I’m so glad someone made a post that is so accurate.
You use to make me laugh. You use to make me smile. Sometimes, you even went out of your way to get me cute little things we couldn’t find in our city, but you did it because you knew and you knew because you paid attention to me. Now you’ve changed. You don’t do things to make me smile or laugh about. A lot of the times now, you say you have no idea what it is I even like. Now you think about so many other things and people that aren’t even part of our lives. I hate having to hear people say they feel sorry for me because everyone can see just how much you have changed and how it isn’t for the better. Man, oh man.