I'm Not Myself Anymore INMA

I'm laying in bed, looking at all the pictures we've sent to each other. Pictures of how you would look at me during our calls and smile. Pictures you took of me sleeping and just looking at me with a smile on your face. But the more I scrolled up the more I realized I changed. I wasn't me anymore. I'm not the happy, cute, crazy girl you first met. The more I scrolled through the pictures the more I realized how jealous I've gotten. How insecure and depressed I've become. What happened to me? What changed me so much?