finding

I used to be this, I used to be that. I used to be a lot of things.

Nowadays I can't seem to find the me that I was in the past. Bring it back.

Maybe I just keep too much inside me. Maybe it's still hard for me to express certain stuff, because I know it could lead to unfavourable outcomes.

Or maybe it is just that I kinda guess that what I say will not be heard. That I won't be listened to.

I used to think Christmas was special.

Then again, I used to love Christmas as well.