I've changed. A lot.
Even though I am contend and feeling fine with whoever I am now, I've changed, into someone I don't really admire. Yea, I am not perfect. And I don't really care, do I?
Life in KL has really shaped me into someone I don't really know. The hectic lifestyle and surrounded with many different people really affect the changed of my lifestyle and personalities. From an innocent, pure-hearted and ambitious person, I think I have changed into a self-protected, introverted and realistic person.
Been hurt many times, by friends or strangers. I painfully learned that even the best friend might not be truthful enough. Been defeated many times, by realities and facts that life can be really harsh and unkind. Through the rain, I cried and fought. Every time I rise from a fall, something changes. A new skin, a new protection, an alteration here and there to adapt to the situation or environment. Unconsciously evolving and changing little by little.
I have to let go some of my good attributes. Or hiding them deep within myself. I have to learn to be someone I don't really like to be, in order to protect myself from harm. I maybe stronger. I maybe wiser. Somehow, I am not strong enough to be the one I want to be. I am not wise enough to be the real me.
I want to be better, and I constantly tell myself no one is perfect...