If I were given a chance to choose, I’ll stick with the old me. Unfortunately, everybody matures, like cheese and wine. Damn!
I guess everyone I know is reading NH, including my clients and family. I had to play it a key lower. Damn!
It could also be complacency. I’m no longer mad at the world. Damn!
Perhaps I’m earning twice as much as I used too. Big bucks, bigger ego. Damn!
Or because people know who I am. I have to be polite no matter what. Damn!
I’ve stated repetitively, I want to marry a doctor. I can’t be the-boy-your-daddy-warned-you-about anymore. Damn!
In search of fame and followers, I sold myself. Damn!
I think I messed up. Damn!
In short, Damn!
ps: Replace Damn with Babilah.
pss: *Babilah is a bad word. Don’t address it to others but yourself.
psss: With this post, I declare “babilah” as my shared trademark. Anyone caught using it as their blog title will be hacked.