The description kept changing and I was expected to just go with it, which I did, but I know better now not to let anyone “sweet talk” me into doing something that I wasn’t meant to be in the first place. I looked down on myself so much and that was an advantage to them, but as I said, no more.

This is so relatable. It's one of those things you can't know when you first go out into the world, isn't it? You've gotta try and get your face smashed a few times before you can know not to let people sweet talk you.

Thank goodness for failure, eh? :)