to the people who used to know me

to the people who i used to inspire. to the people who used to look at me and think; “this crazy girl says she’s going to save the world, and i think she might just be right”. to the people who are wondering where the twinkle they used to see has gone. to the people who used to feel so impressed at all my involvement that it made them want to be involved too. to the people who laughed at what a tree-hugging hippie they thought i was. to the people who said “i want to know you in 10 years time”. to the people who used to be jealous of my direction, and determination to get there. to the people who thought i was different, and not just another typical university student, living a typically selfish and indulged university life. to the people who thought that it was cool that i wasn't trying to find myself, because i seemed to know exactly who i was. to the people who saw my potential, and weren’t worried about whether i’d see it too. to the people who said; “you are something special. and i’m glad you’re around. because you have a purpose, and you’re going to make the world a better place, you know you can.”

don’t give up on me. please.

i’m trying to get back to being that person again.