le quinze avril

Lately when I talk, it doesn't feel like it's me that is talking. I know how stupid or unbelievable this sounds, but I feel like something greater or just something else in general is making me speak the words I do at times. They're never kind words, but they're sensible... at least I perceive them to be sensible. Mostly when I grow irritated or annoyed... or am reminded of an annoyance.

Or it could just be me after all.

"People never change - they just become more of who they truly are"