As days went by I became this silent person inside, but the problem was not the silence or the smell of bitterness. It was the "me" that I missed when I looked in the mirror and couldn't bring back.
To write a tale with short simple words...
I was always old in my young years and I grew to become younger as others burried themselves in responsibilities.
I think I like a good routine, except this wasn't nothing more than a sheep to wreck.