nostalgia is cruel.
i mourn 2017-2023 and what those years beheld for me. now I feel old, and im only 21. i don't miss the circumstances, or the maltreatment. or the late, tearful nights of overhearing my guardians quarrel. i miss the concept of being a teen. of traversing that last stretch of road before stepping into adulthood--of reveling in reveling in the thrill that soon you'll be grown up. only now that i am, i wish id never even wished as such at all.