It is quite amusing how people change once they enter jc. Even close friends seem like strangers. And it is not just the way they look. True, skirts do grow shorter and hair does grow longer. People look different, people sound different. Perhaps it is just the way I dread about being neglected. Or maybe it is being neglected that makes me see others in a different light. Friends. I thought they were nice. I thought they were great. Yet now, they appear to enjoy attention so much so as to result to flirting. They were the ones who once labelled others bitchy. And presently, I see no contrast between the two.