How People Change, Or Rather, How They Don't.

It's incredible how often you get proven wrong in life. Sometimes it happens to your delight, but more than often, it's the antithesis of said joy.

It's sad to say, but the latter has usually been the case for me. Fooled by sanctity and baited by eloquence, once committed, I was obliged to continue. Blame my impetuosity, blame my lack of prudence and my disposition to cave in to peer pressure. But blame no more.

Your idiosyncrasies piss people off, your caprice far too often of extreme annoyance. You've become a monster I swore I wouldn't allow myself to be associated with. We all promised each other we'd be people of respectable stature and benevolence, but you've since strayed from the straight and narrow.

Disliked by many for your rashness and lack of decorum, to describe you as mercurial would be a sorry excuse for a euphemism.

I sincerely do hope that you change your ways, or we can only imagine what would happen to you in the real world. It's time to grow up people, all of us. Look responsibility in the eye and understand that it comes with age, and that declining to accept it will only result in your eventual demise.

"Do unto others, what you wish others to do unto you."

I thought you'd change for the better, but you proved me wrong. You've proven many wrong.

Prove me wrong, again. I dare you, for your sake.

Zyang.