When you can lose yourself so much that your old life isn't even in grasp anymore, you know your a changed person. And while sometimes that change is good and welcomed, other times it's just not. We can't decide who you change into, so if it's better or worse is your choice.
The fact that you've changed is like pouring peroxide on a wound. It stings at first, but in time it becomes normal. I become used to it.
It takes a lot for me to realize that I've probably been the peroxide on someone else's wound.
I want to feel safe in someone's arms.
I want to find someone who really means something.
