A Long Long Time Ago....

I used to skip and hop and walk, often akin to a monkey.

Now I walk, still fast, but oh so normally slow.

I used to be up for something new every day.

Now I come home, and watch TV.

I used to stay awake all night, and still manage to work.

Now I’m in bed at 11pm. Still in bed at 9 next morning.

I used to look forward to work.

Now I wish I could shirk it.

I used to sometimes want to dress up.

Now I stay in, just to not have to find something to wear.
I used to want to dance, to learn.
Now I stay eerily still.

I used to love meeting new people.

Now I like my comfort zone.

I used to talk a lot, a lot.

Now I’m the quiet one who has nothing to say.
I used to do shots and everything else 23.
Now I crib and feel every year of 23.

In my friend’s words,

2010, you were a bitch.

I can’t wait to bury you.

In my words:

2011, you’re full of promises.

I can’t wait to embrace you.