Even though I am changing. I am becoming more myself again. I am now living alone. Its just me and my PJ. I do miss my roommate and the anemals she had. Yet, it is nice to re-discover who I am again. One day I will get rid of the loneliness, the unhappiness, the disappointment, and the broken and distroyed dreams. I have nearly given up on my dreams being restored, and me discovering new ones.
Restored dreams and end of disappointments are all done in books. This is why I still love to read and to lose myself in the world of books. Real life is not like books. I wish life would be like some books. Well, I am changing and yet I am still becoming myself.