mean girls

Why is it that we always end up being the people we never want to be?

When we entered college, we always disassociated ourselves from them. Them who were immature, them who gave the college a bad name, them who acted like they were still in high school. We promised ourselves, while hanging out at the parking lot, that no, we would never be like them. We were different, we were better.

But in light of what's been happening these past few months, i feel like we're turning exactly into them. And in some cases, worse.

Of course we never meant for things to turn out that way. Hell, we were perfectly happy with each other. I mean after years of not having a barkada, here i was with one to call my own. But things happen. And things change. And pretty soon, it's as if we all evolved into the Mean Girls of our college. Mean Girls without the minis, the burn book, and in my case, the cleavage, but Mean Girls nonetheless.

I reason out with myself that no, she's the Regina George. She's the one making us all turn into Mean Girls. She's the reason why things have escalated to this point. But while she may be the Regina George, we're the Cady Herons. We sure as hell did our part in making sure things got worse.

I tried to buy my way out. I tried to convince myself that i didn't care what she said about me, I'm not one of her usual targets anyway. But we're all in this together, right? She says something bad, i find out about it, i say it to someone else-- and it just keeps on getting worse. It's like high school all over again.

You never want to be the people you hate to be. But sometimes, things just turn out that way.

and then you wonder, you just fucking wonder, how do you undo it?