I don’t know who I’ve become. Is it possible that I’ve become who I once was? Is it possible that I’ve changed yet not change at all?

I was so closed off before. I didn’t let anyone in. I was so afraid to show myself to the world—to you. I was secure in my circle of friends, I thought we had each other and that was it. I was safe in my own bubble. I was young, I was naive, I thought I had everything all figured out. In my mind, you you you was all that mattered.

Fast forward a few years. Friends are gone. You are gone. Yet I still have this bubble around me for some damn reason. I have gotten used to the absence of people, I have learned how to be fun and spontaneous around people other than my own circle of friends. But why do I still have this bubble?

Who is there to hurt me?
Nobody is even here.