Katrina Nguyen

Things are changing and we are no longer the people we used to be. Sometimes, I miss how it used to be. The way I talked to you all, my demeanor, and my interests are all different now. I'm scarcely the girl that I once was. I'm getting old now. I'm getting sad and I'm getting terribly neurotic. Things that were once so dear to me have become increasingly foreign. It's been so long that it's sort of hard to even remember that at point, you were all that I was concerned with. To be frank, I've forgotten the reasons why in the first place. What's there to say to you now? Nothing. What do we have in common? Nothing. What did we used to talk about? Purely nothing. I don't want to imply that my life currently is amazing (its not) but it's sure keeping me occupied. It's hard to complain when things aren't bad. Before, it was as if I were in the darkness staring up at the light before me. Now, I've fallen on a whole different path in which darkness is not a concern. It's all new to me, I'm on my own and it's about time.