“When did I stop being me?”
“90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, 'When did I stop being me?”
“When did we stop being people, being human?”
“When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?”
“A monster that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?”
“When I was in the third grade, I did my very best to fail every class so that the kids would like me and stop calling me a teacher's pet. It did not work out for me, though. My best attempts at failure in school garnered me an A- at best, and at my worst, I won awards for being the student of the month. -Mackenzie”