Over the weekend, I was pensive. About mortality, about friends, about the ones I love, and about me.
I've come to the realisation that as much as I think that I am different, that I have changed somewhat over the years, I am still me.
Same old me.
The wallflower at the parties. The grumpy one at home. The quiet one in a crowd.
Sad.
I've come to the realisation that as much as I think that I am different, that I have changed somewhat over the years, I am still me.
Same old me.
The wallflower at the parties. The grumpy one at home. The quiet one in a crowd.
Sad.
3 comments:
Thanks. But I'm not sure who I am anymore. And thats not very good, aint it?
Oh well.
Monday. Bleargh.
I am never sure who I am most of the times too. I just continue to live, without knowing.
why would you want to be different?
i too feel sometimes i have changed (or hoped that the environment has); but with the recent blowup, it feels like im still 17
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