Change.

Had to find some stuff from my gmail inbox and glimpsed some conversation we had.

I've changed quite a bit. For better or for worse.

I am slowing turning into a pathological liar, which we call it hustling.

Some things I shouldn't mention to certain people, and some things I should specifically bring up.

Now I speak the language Vague.

There's always a angle and always ways of bending the reality or more precisely my reality.

I traveled a little too much which causes me to have bad temper and hurt people.

QQ mail and Wechat group chat function is the best integration ever to ruin my work-life balance.

I've also learned.

Acting immediately on my feelings only brings a brief sense of winning and happiness, whereas the consequence goes a long way.

Perhaps conflicts are unavoidable and happens when your relationship deepens.

My shortcoming which are plenty.

I feel like a track being remixed by the people around me and my experience.

I don't know if I came out as a better track, as the word "better" doesn't have a clear definition anymore.

I think of you sometimes. Imagine sharing those stories with you, though the feeling of us is barely recognizable.

The adult me believe it turned out for the best.

And the rest of me misses you.