I am not the way I was before I forced myself to write something.

I am not the way I was before I came back to college last august.

I am not the way I was even two weeks ago.

But that's okay.

I may not be the same person you talked to a little big ago.

But that's okay.

We are constantly dying. Changing. Living.

I hope I don't leave you behind by accident somehow.

I am a bit volatile.