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I don't know what happened to my passion for things or what happened to the drive I used to possess. I used to be... well, fiery. But in the past couple of years, that fire has noticeably dissipated. I used to set goals and follow through. For example, I recall freshman year of high school... I remember sitting in at the academic achievement function and thinking to myself, "Lori, you will be in this ceremony next year." And I was. That year, and the year after that and the year after that. I don't exactly set goals anymore because I know I won't acheive them. Procrastination usually gets in the way.
And I don't know who I am anymore. I lost myself this time around and my shadow is all that's left--a bleak reminder of what used to be. And I thought I hated myself then. It's like there's nothing left to hold any emotion for now. I'm a hermit. This weird, self-deprecating hermit who likes to think that she's unique and confident in her ways; but in reality, she exists as quite the opposite.
And I don't know who I am anymore. I lost myself this time around and my shadow is all that's left--a bleak reminder of what used to be. And I thought I hated myself then. It's like there's nothing left to hold any emotion for now. I'm a hermit. This weird, self-deprecating hermit who likes to think that she's unique and confident in her ways; but in reality, she exists as quite the opposite.