i find

myself looking at things differently these days. there's a steel to the gaze, long gone is the rose-tinted shade of looking at the world.

maybe it's the feeling of jaded-ness , whatever that word means. i always liked jade. the stone, the colour. jade is the new black, apparently. jaded should be mean something beautiful, not something negative.

thoughts swirl of things that i never paid much heed to in the past. priorities rearranged, and new goals formed.

or maybe, it's just that i am simply no longer the 18 year old i always like to think of myself as.

i've grown up. no more a little girl. no more vulnerable.

no more.