ZABI

I Forgot Who I Was Until I Met Myself Again

I feel like I used to be someone else, someone whom I barely recognize now. That person was always okay with midnight work emails, and friendships that would leave her drained, and romantic relationships that would leave her hollow, and smiling. She had dreams, once, real dreams. In trade, she got orders and deadlines, checks and social approval. She had boundaries, once; now they're just chalk lines on the pavement, blurred by years of just this once and 'don't make a big deal.'