I think I changed in a terrible and beautiful way. I don't think I can go back even if we were friends again, and the thought terrifies me. I knew myself then. Now I don't believe in the concept of "myself". And yet not everything has changed, but I've split into two identities through which I view my suposed self.
I think I changed in a terrible and beautiful way. I don't think I can go back even if we were friends again, and the thought terrifies me. I knew myself then. Now I don't believe in the concept of "myself". And yet not everything has changed, but I've split into two identities through which I view my suposed self.