(Please forgive grammatical errors. I shouldn't be typing this at this hour, but I don't want this feeling to escape me.)

So I decided I was going to go through all my old journal entries and read them along with their comments. I've realized that there's a bit of a shift in the voice that I project through my words in each of the journals despite the subject matter. It dawned on me that I've changed. I'm so tempted to make this a poem, but I shall spare you.

There isn't an obvious change--it's just one I feel. I believe I can't accurately pinpoint it to be honest. I don't really know myself anymore.

The best way I can describe it is like this: I started out a very emotionally closed off but carefree person and now I'm a little more open but uptight about everything. Does that make any sense? I feel I'm selfish, and I'm also a lot more "touchy" than I used to be--meaning I get angrier easier. Even though I have people around me that accept me for who I am, my mind forces me to keep belittling myself to the point of self-loathing. The only way I can think of to react or respond to this is to ask those closest to me if I'm crazy? What's wrong with me?