Something reminds me of the old me.

[Bam011]

There are many circumstances that remind me of the old me. I feel that I have changed and it doesn’t look like the same. Also, it looks as if I’m at the end of the rope. I just want to be the old one who has much patience and can control my own temper. My grandmother always tells me that it’s not necessary to pay attention to something that be unworthy of me. Furthermore, it is such an abnormality for being a good person if I try to respond. I always remember everything that she always tells me, but sometimes I’m out of my control as I feel that why I have to be patient. Perhaps, I want to respond in order to make someone know that I can do something that they don’t expect, however I can’t really do that. I just want to get something off my chest and keep staying still. At last, I wish I could be the old me, the one that be myself more than anything else.