Changes.

I think... I think some of me, parts that makes me, well... me, the core of my whole being, slightly change. I can't tell whether if it's in a good way or the other way. Perhaps for some people who know me, they still thinking that I'm just the same as I was, but I know I am not. I can feel it.

Well of course everybody's change, but... I don't know. *shrugged my shoulders* *sighing*

I know this post might sounds confusing to you, but believe me it is more confusing to me, having to put this ball of tangled thoughts into words. Actually, I don't necessarily need to spit them words, but I don't know, I just want to. Maybe it helps me to ease this confusion of mine, even just a tad bit.

All I can say is, something (or maybe more than one thing) that was used to be here inside me is now slowly fading away. I don't know either it's because this endless static routine, because of this city, or because of my own self.

I'm afraid I'm turning into a totally different person, the person that I am not, not in a good way. I'm afraid my folks back home don't recognize me anymore. I know changes are inevitable, but even they're not in a fast speed, I still can't keep up.