*****WARNING, BAD GRAMMAR*****
So, last “night” (early this morning), I couldn’t sleep… at all. Every time this happens Troy texts me to make sure I’m okay. He’s really wise, and he knows how to get me to talk. He’s felt a lot of the same things I have. He thinks about things the way I do, and he…
I used to be happy.
I used to be outgoing.
I used to be fun.
I used to be carefree.
I used to be funny.
I used to be confident.
I used to be talkative.
I used to be patient.
I used to be romantic.
I used to be sweet.
I used to be young.
I used to be thoughtful.
Now, I am someone else.
You’ve helped me be someone I am not. You bring out the worst in me.
Anonymous
