I Am Not Who I Used to BeIt's not simple to say That most days I don't recognize me That these shoes and this apron That place and its patrons Have taken more than I gave them It's not easy to know I'm not anything like I used be, although it's true I was never attention's... See More »
I Am Not Who I Used to BeThis place is faster than Instagram for me. Just wanted to add that to my dating question and its replies: (1)
I Am Not Who I Used to BeThe Terminator... I am not who I used to be, not by a long shot. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. I'm just lost as to how to get the parts I miss back. I split my persona into two at a very young age. A part of me... See More »
I Am Not Who I Used to BeWell. I just found out, yesterday, that my uncle who lived most of his life in Colombia (half a world away from where I grew up), and who I've always felt closer to than my own mum and dad, lost a baby boy. He was born roughly when I was. And so, it... See More »
I Am Not Who I Used to BeI have been super cute my whole life. Not a smoking hottie, just a sweet girl next door type. Extremely friendly, outgoing, fun, charismatic... Charm and wit literally ooze out of my pores... I never met anyone who didn't want to be around me. Its... See More »
I Am Not Who I Used to BeIt's ironic... I love how much I've changed and grown over the last few years... While at the same time, I miss being who I used to be! It's like I just shifted some weights from one side of the scale to the other... I thought I was improving myself.... See More »
