"do you think i've changed?"

luckily for you, i do think you've changed.
you've changed in the most marvellous of ways: into something new.
you've morphed, rapidly, into something that you were not before and right now you're sitting to yourself, staring at that big, blank, blinding piece of paper and shitting yourself thinking "i should have studied more."
but you didn't have to.
because that test was fucked up.

changing is the manifestation of something bright and happy and new within oneself; something that only comes with new friends, or more specifically, sitting with different people at lunch in those bleak gray dresses against that bird-shit stained red-brick wall. yup, that's what makes you change.
or even standing behind a counter looking down while scanning things and when you look up you realise all along the person you have been trying not to stare at has been staring at you.
and smiling.

"so did i make you happy?"
"no. leave me alone."