pokes

When did I change? How did I become the person I am? I know who I was and oddly enough, I tend to identify with my former self. Though admittedly, not a whole lot has changed; time has passed, friends have come and gone, heartbreak has found and tormented me too many times to count. I've learnt, laboured, lived, loved and lost but it's the latter which I attribute my hopeless disposition to. I used to be my own best company. These days, however, I could really use a vacation from myself. When did I become this emotionally retarded neurotic spaz who lets his pride obstruct his happiness? If we are all truly products of our environments, then I've been residing somewhere very fucked-up.