Open doors

I gave up who i was for someone.
I wasn't happy. I knew it, but i was comfortable. I had drive, ambition, motivation and that seemed to die out. I turned into someone that was around the same people doing the same things with thier lives. Going nowhere fast. And that was it. And i compromised who i was. and in doing so i became unhappy and caused pain to someone when I wandered trying to find happiness in other places.
Now, that person is as fake as they can be, loving others now when ever other second was a criticism of their childhood friends lives, wether it be who they were dating, where they worked, what they did, everything was wrong, Was it a mask before or a mask now? which one is which? Was i with someone who was entirely fake the entire time? who was i with?
I used to be around artist, professional lovers of the world. Passionate people who worked for their prosperity every second, nothing given. Like myself, and today, i realized that.

1 door open. a million more in front.