What I have become; a lesser version of I.
I used to be someone else. A person who seems much better and stronger than the person I have turned into. Where did the old me go? Every time I try and bring her back or get close to doing so, she just slips away. I was once an outgoing, optimistic, fun-to-be-around, crazy fun person to be around; whether you were my friend or not. Now I can only near that old me when I’m with my close friends. It really gets to me, especially since I’ve been thinking more of it lately. There’s got to be a way to bring the excitement back. The strong spirited person. No more waiting for your return, it’s off to the search.
Sometimes it seems that people take pieces of who you are with them, leaving you only with material items such as videos and photographs of who you were able to once be. But that can’t be true, it is you and only you who can make yourself who you are. So it’s time to look to yourself for approval and direction, not others.
The one we all knew as “Squishy” and “The Squishinator”. Where has she gone? For that is whom I seek. The one I miss, now that I am someone else.
