I used to be someone else.
The me of old used to be sassy, sarcastic, and not afraid of anything. I used to be friendly and outgoing, and I truly thought I could change the world for the better. I always believed the best in people and that, deep down inside, people were good and kind.
Today, I look at old pictures of myself and, even though my hair style hasn’t changed all that much, I don’t recognize myself. Gone are the beaming smiles, laugh crinkles around my eyes, and the mischievous smirks that told those who knew me I was about to do something goofy. In the rar