P O P P Y

When I was 17, I refused to eat alone during lunch breaks. It made me feel watched, awkward, alone and sad. 

Here I am at 24, at the same place I refused to have meals all alone by myself, chewing down my lunch slowly without giving two hoots about what people think. 

Time really has a way of changing people. Not necessarily for the good, and vice versa. 

Just my two cents worth. Must be the Monday blues.