Who am i? Who was I? Who will I become?
I watch as my talents slowly drip through my fingers like misty vapour delicately dancing around trees. I watch as my grades spin from good to bad, and as my heart prances around two forbidden boys.
I feel the person I know as myself slowly shrinking in the place of a different person. An introvert, a pessimist, a nervous wreck. This is not me. But it is becoming me. How do I stop it? How do I go back to the bubbly, happy girl I once knew as myself? What is changing me? The happiness. I have no ultimate source of joy. Nothing that lasts forever, nothing I am not afraid of losing.