Happy Birthday to me!

So, i turn 31 tomorrow.

Until 3 or 4 years ago, or even more recently, i used to say i didn't feel any different from when i was 16 or 17.

I have mostly lost touch with that guy now, though. In some respects i'm glad of that: he was very insecure. He never spoke his mind, even though things appeared very clear to him at times.

That clarity is what i miss most of him. Now i say more of myself, but i feel like speaking itself is a lie.

Perhaps it is wise not to speak much, and the problem with him was that he was silent for the wrong reasons, meaning fear of what others would think of him. I must admit that, though to a lesser degree, i still feel that fear...