When I first met you, you were sweet. Sweet, innocent, and happy.
I liked you then.
You wanted so badly to be a part of everyone else around you.
I watched you achieve the goals you set out.
You were happy then.
When I saw you last year, you were lost. Lost, tainted, and confused.
I didn't like you then.
You surrounded yourself with the wrong kind of people.
I watched you become them.
You lost sight of what made you happy.
When I see you now, you are sad. Sad, lonely, and unfulfilled.
I feel sorry for you now.
You don't know who to be anymore.
I watch you squander the things you've been given.
You are so unhappy now.
