"The Real Me"

I'm scared. See, I'm no longer me. I kept on chsnging untill i was somhing i didn't ever wwanna be. maybe this is the real me. but i wish the old me was the "Real me." That me, was creative and smart, and understanding, aand gracful. This me, is not. I dont like it. all of me, my creaticity my aitlity, my kindness, my thoughtffulness ran out. i have no more. And i can't go back, because ive gone to far forward. I cant go froward because forward is worse, however i will continue drifting that way. slowly slowly. untill i wount even remember the me i started out as. Ahhhhh....im stuck!