I looked back and asked... what happened?

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I couldn't sleep earlier. For some reason i was restless. And for some reason, i had the urge to go through my old stuff. Things well hidden and forgotten. All stored in one tiny box. As i opened the box, i was thinking... i know i have a bunch of pictures here.. it'll be good to look back and think about my old friends. Then instead of that boxful of pictures, i opened the box with all my poems and letters and stories. I started reading one poem, then the next and the next. At the end of this whole experience, i asked myself... what happened to me? I was this girl who wrote poems and letters and stories. What happened? Did i lose my need to share? Or did i just find another outlet? Why don't i write letters anymore? Why did the stories stop? Then i answered... i've become a cynic. It's a sad realization. But what made me entirely sad was this... the realization that the reason i stopped was an old flame. I had my heart broken and decided to create an entirely new me. Without the poems and the letters and the stories. It is sad. Because reading what i wrote, i had a brief glance of who I really am. I've changed so much. But i'm still changing, maybe one day i'll strike a balance. That old me loved too much, trusted too much. A few months ago, i loved too much, didn't trust enough. When i decided to completely trust again, that person betrayed me. It also somehow made me realized, ive changed so much, yet i'm still the same girl. I'll strike a balance one day. But for now, i think i'll start writing poems again.