When I actually take a second and look back at myself, I see that I have changed. Of course it hasn't been complete metamorphosis, but I am definitely different from before. Just a couple months ago, I used to talk much more elaborately and I had razor sharp wit. Now, I talk more mellow than I used to, with almost a depressed tone in my voice and text. My arguments don't last as long, I don't bother fighting back now for what I believe in because there isn't a point to it.
Some day, I will be part of this world, and that means changing my ways. I can't complain, get mad at others, even wailing in sorrow will be detrimental to my future. I r