this year has changed me more than any other.
correction, i have changed more this year than any other.
through a range of different experiences i have found that nothing is certain. the person you believe you’ll always be friends with will drift away, the person you thought you’d always have will let you down, and the love you thought you’d always have for someone will undoubtedly dwindle or be challenged.
although i must admit that i’ve become a more caring, loving and open person over the twelve months, i can’t help but find myself in the same pickle i began with. i’m still the empty person i was last december. i don’t know who i am, what i want to do, how i became like this or when i realised that i’m so lost.
it’s like the more i know, the more i don’t know.
