I'm a marshmallow. Not only because I'm a fat kid, but because I'm squishy. I guess this would make sense both literally and metaphorically... let me explain myself. Like I said before, I'm a total pushover. If you ask me to do something, chances are I'll do it for you whether I want to or not (this doesn't apply to my friends because if you're my friend, I'll be comfortable enough to say no when I don't feel like doing something). But because of that people have the tendency to take advantage of me. They think that because I won't say no they can make me do anything they please. Am I a slave? No. I'm not stupid, I know when I'm being used. If I like you (which, trust me, is extremely rare) I'll probably do things for you automatically and without being asked to do so. If I don't like you and you ask me to do something, yeah, I'll do it for you but I won't be happy about it. Of course, I won't vocalize my contempt but I will remember the fact that you're using me. What I mean is, it's only possible to squish me so many times before I burst into a ball of flames. I think everyone has that point or that one little thing that drives them off the cliff. For me, if something bothers me and it happens constantly I'll probably let you know once or twice, but if you don't do anything about it and you repeating the same thing over and over again, that will push me to the edge of the cliff. I have a lot of patience (after years of training), so it takes a lot to push me to that point (and if you're able to make that that frustrated, congratulations), which means you better run the other way-- and fast.
I never used to always be a marshmallow though. I wonder if any of you guys remember middle school... I had so much anger, and I used to swear uncontrollably and I used to be unnecessarily violent. I'm pretty sure nearly every other word would be a swear word. Eventually, people grow out of things. Thank goodness I grew up.
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