i don't think i was a difficult child, which surprises me when i have to deal with difficult children. i was never the model student either, rather, i was one of the forgettable ones, one of those seated in the corner, hair neatly tied, poised with a pencil, ready to jot down whatever i had to. i don't remember my biology teacher ever calling upon me to answer a question - she probably didn't even know my name, and so i faded, amidst the banter.

the more i talk to others, the less i seem to become, and the lesser i listen to the self.

i was back to the pill today, just fourteen months after i weaned off them. a year ago i was happier, unsure of where i stood, liberated by changed and determined to make the most of it.