ever the same.

I wrote this in February of 2009. The funny thing is that it's exactly how I feel at the end of October 2009. I wish I could pin point the moment when I let things slip away--


I feel different lately. Like I'm not me. I feel like I'm living somebody else's life.
Like I'm friends with somebody else's friends. Like I'm working in somebody else's job. Like I'm studying somebody else's degree. Like I'm travelling to somebody else's destination. Like I'm loving somebody else's boy.

I don't write anymore. I don't paint anymore and I don't look at the world as my oyster.

Something has changed and I miss the old me.