I sit in front of my laptop, staring at the old pictures. I miss those days. I miss my purity. I miss the solitude. I miss the space. Things are changing now. I am not like I used to be. My surrounding is not like it used to be. I cried. I yelled. I complained. I shouted. But no one really listens. I am sitting here now. Wishing I could change a lil bit. I am just a broken lady. And no one cares.