I believe I'm losing it. The old me, I mean. Bit by bit, piece by piece; I'm flaking away. I catch myself saying things and thinking in ways I don't think I would have very much approved of myself in the past, and don't approve of even now-no, especially now. I'm not sure what exactly is bringing me to this state, but this much is sure - feels like another storm is upon my doorstep.
They say change isn't always a bad thing; Everyone needs a bit of change every now and then. Idleness leads to complacency, complacency leads to decrepitude, and decrepitude dumps you, alone and abandoned, in the middle of your sorrows and fears. The only way out is to push forward.

I only hope that should I manage to find my way out of the squall, I end up on the right side.
...
But then, what is right?