There used to be so many moments during my day where it would suddenly hit me that I am no longer who I was, who I used to be, or who I thought I knew.

The old comfort of talking with best friends aren't the same. I don't feel the same when I speak to them. I feel as though I don't know them anymore. I feel as though we don't have anything in common anymore. I feel myself drifting further and further away from my life and what it used to be. Attempts at trying to feel like the olden days are all done in vain. As hard as I may try, it's not there. Gone. It's gone. All gone.

It's as though one day I realized everything had changed, myself included, but I didn't want to accept it. I didn't want to wake up and smell the pancakes burning. I didn't want my life to crumble down. But I guess something has to break down in order to build it back up.

I have no idea who I am anymore, or what my life has become.