noireve23
Nobody tells you that growing up means losing people.
Losing parts of yourself.
Losing the certainty you once had.
These are little notes about love, loss, fear, and becoming someone new.
I have made mistakes. I have been immature. I have been wrong more times than I can count. But in those mistakes, I learned something important that is we are not alone in our failures.
There are people out there who understand what it feels like to regret, to overthink, to wish you had done better. And being understood like that feels like comfort.
This is for those who have been there, and for those who may be there someday. Not as judgment, but as understanding. Not as perfection, but as growth.