My ThOuGhTs

I remember back when i was tghe shy and quiet girl who needed to be swqayed into being the life of the party. I look at my friends and feel they have created a monstoer within me. It's surprising how they had the power to bring out the best in me or rateher the worst. I could never disregard them but I feel I need the old me back, because crazy is still beyond my reach... though they may disagree I am indeed the party pooper than anything else. I am pledging for some sort of ritual to bring me back to life and stay away from the weird...