Sometimes I wish I could go back to my wasted youth. Was I miserable? Yes. But I had this ability to be able to do anything simply because I believed I could. And now I have been torn down by life and professors that want to mold me into their own image. I have stayed mostly vigilant to myself.... But am I still me? I don't think I'm the same as when I started. Will you still love me as I am now? Or will you abandon me to have another fufill my niche?