Before

I'm going to wake up everyday with an energy that never dies.
Roll around bed, yelling aloud what I want to get done for the day.
Then I hop up, take a shower, eat breakfast and hit the door for classes.
Sit through the lectures, give my speech, come home, eat lunch, and head out for the rest.
Bus to work. Work. Bus from work. Home. And I'll do it all with this energy.

I picked it up about 2 weeks back.
For one of my classes, we had to sit and listen to a guest speaker.
He used to play for the Philly Flyers, lost his job, lost a lot of money, but built himself back up.
He was pretty funny, amazingly sharp, and amidst everything he said, one note stood out.

He said there are two types of people, energy sources and energy vampires.
We can be either one at any time, but the source will always trump the vampire.
Then it hit me:

Ever since I got to Temple, I was a vampire.

I felt out of place,

None of my friends had the same class at me. My alopecia is still visible in one part of my hair.

I was just weirded out.

I was finally in the place I wanted to be since I was 17, 

Now I got it, and I'm terrified of what people might think of me, if they already don't have a notion.

I don't tend to make the best first impression.

And this anxiety started to hamper my behavior. 

I was sluggish, no head high, no smirk, just moving. With the rest of the zombies in crowds.

Well, I found a cure.

A cure in the past.

Before I cared.

It was in the before.

Now, I'm way better.

Keep a source. Keep a vampire.

One to be. One to be wary of.

Later Days, Longer Nights