I am over come by anger. Thought organization is pointless. I hate myself for what I have become. The girl I fight myself over day in and day out not hates me with every fiber of her being. What am I to do? Who am I to judge? Its my own fault really, confiding in people that I though I could trust. Their slack jaws have ruined me; her. God I hate my self for being hated, for being naive, for ruining anything that might have been. But that’s life isn’t it? What is this thing that I call myself. I look into the mirror and don’t know the person in front of me. I have changed. “As we grow older, we begin to loose sight of the things we once loved.” My life. In so few words. What am I? Who am I? Can I change?