Each time I look into someones eyes. I see a pasion. Their past. They can't get over it. "Well i have a life I am trying to get in better shape. I hope you stay on track", one once said to me.And I never replied. I just noded. I never could figure out what was wrong. And until this day. I still can't. I have friends. They sometimes say they are not. I was once very bright on incouragement that, I was never anything to myself anymore. I was open. But, some people do. You talk behind peoples back. Then, you end up not being friends. No matter what cloth your wearing, and what you look like. Sooner or later your going to figure out. Realize that, people change, and you can to.