It's getting worse.
Sometimes at a random time, this feeling will possess me. It's a feeling of sadness. I get sad because I miss what's behind. I'm sad of the thought that it's never gonna be the same again. And what's saddest is that I miss me. I miss myself.

The bright, happy me. And all the little details attached to him. The naive me who's believing in religion no matter what, the me that knows nothing about gray area, the me that is scared of walking too far from the line, the me who thinks nothing more than about my look and how I'd improve it, and how I would inspire people with my spirit, my passion, my life.

I'm losing it. I'm losing myself. I walked too far and it's gone.
And it's really devastating. It stings.