Subtle change

Serious rant

I don't hear the birds singing whenever I wake up in the morning like I used to. I don't look forward to things I used to look forward to. I don't feel like it's home, whenever I am home. The fact that I'm so used to waking up to made breakfasts, pressed uniforms, accompanied by shoes on the side, a cleaned room whenever I open the door, folded clothes whenever I scan my closet, a phone call that I could make at any second of the day for when I feel like bitching, a ride to my voice lessons, a familiar face I look forward to whenever sleepless nights visit, friendster to browse through whenever everyone else is too busy to see to me, a house to go to 5 minutes away whenever I feel like being away from home and everyone in it. Those things, were the things that kept me thinking with a commonsensical mind. But with all that gone, and to have confine in just one person to handle the encumbrance of it all, is a bona fide quintessensial of inhumanity.

Growing; cause everyone else around me is.