Sometimes, I miss writing the old way. I miss ranting the old way. I miss blogging the old way. It was just a few years back, before I started college, when I was still mad at the world, about everything that went wrong. I could hold my ground and not be shaken; stay firm with my decisions and come up with the most sensible solutions to my dilemmas.
But then, there's this thing we call 'change'. It's not pretty.
I grew weak. I became foolish. I was easily swayed, and everything that I promised I won't turn as slapped me in the face. Hard.
Some people who know me personally can testify how I always look enraged, almost always ready to begin a fight, how easily my brows furrow in anger, how I can spit profanities (which I still do now, mind you) and shoot them straight through one's brain. But all of those are gone now. Today, I am indecisive, a pawn always following orders, unable to think for her own.
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