Recount

I think I'll take the time to tell you about the kind of person I am now trying to avoid returning to ...

Old Jack used to be the type of person who would give, no matter how uncomfortable it is for him, going as far as to stay up very late at night just to keep someone company or even traveling over an hour just for a regular visit. He would never truly want anything back despite jokingly saying so and would never fight for anything. When his mates like a girl he likes, he would step aside and watch their happiness unfold along with his lament. For the girl he likes, he would try to be the sweetest person he could whilst avoiding looking obvious to her, doing only subtle things for her.

Old Jack would then spend his alone time in his room with arms wrapped around his knees, curled up and just regret everything he did or didn't do, say or didn't say. He would make like he is happy by telling lies or exaggerating any happy stories so that other guys would be envious (or so he believed), the girls would see only a fake smile, and all his friends would not worry about him.

Old Jack had a strange habit of imagining the worst possible reaction to a scenario. This has gone to the extremes of suicide (only once, and please note that this does not need concern). He would then channel it into various forms such as music, story shorts, and videos. However, none of them were actually any good. He would continue to break down and no one would ever be fully, and I mean really fully, aware of it. He would bring it down many levels and tell it to the girl who, seems to him, is willing to listen and not be judgmental (except for that one time).

Old Jack is pathetic, a loser, stupid, self-hating, low self-esteem, lacked confident, depressed, a coward, a liar, ungrateful, and a big, fat phony.

-sigh- But damn was it fun to make fun of him. It could be a nice story to tell: "The Transformation of Jack".