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I'm Not Myself Anymore
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? -
Chenille Hawkins
In my time of emotional distress I turned to poetry. In my adult life, I have felt pains I never thought one could and to cope I wrote short stories about how I felt. I was scared and i felt hurt and alone. The feeling began to change who i was and make me feel like a stranger. That stranger has now become familiar and I have learned to adapt to a new me, but it hasn't been much of an easy process.
