How things used to be

I just miss how things used to be. Or maybe it's just that I miss how I used to be.

I don't know.

I'm not sure I can really draw an obvious line between the two, so let's just say it's probably a little bit of the both.

It's crazy how we wait and work so hard for change, and then when it actually comes we wish things would just go back to being how they used to be. We wonder why we ever wanted change in the first place. That or we're so proud of the change that somewhere along the lines we don't even realize who we are anymore because we're not sure who it is living within our skin.

Change is funny like that. Life is funny like that.