How the fuck did I get here? How in the world did I suddenly become this person? As I search for people to blame, I find myself stumbling upon her. She made me this way, and I hate myself for admitting it. You tricked me, you really did. I don't know how I got here, but this is where I am, this is where I'll stay. Each step I take towards the life I want, the more I realise that alas, I knock, on a door with a lock...
It's funny how you actually think you mean something to someone, then they turn around and prove you wrong. Remember that night, when we just sat there and talked? For that one blissful evening, I felt like I belonged, and now I realise how much I really miss you. So this is when we finally learn the real meaning of change. We do the things we used to be against, we befriend the people we used to hate. Maybe this is just how growing up looks like, maybe we'll never know...
Have you ever been struck by the feeling that something is wrong? Nothing in particular, mind you. Nothing that you can quite put your finger on. Just an overwhelming sense that your universe has shifted. It is perhaps a fleeting sensation. One would at least hope. The key, when faced with such circumstances, is not letting it get to your head, not letting it break your heart, and not letting the world see when it does...
