about growing up;
it feels strange being 19, rereading the words i wrote when i was 15. come to think of it, i remember a period of time where i thought that i wouldn't live past 18. yet here i am, 19 and still very much alive. though, i feel as if i've lost a part of me. the almost childish obsessions on media, to the point that i must put them into words and pictures (even though i wasn't good at it); i miss it, i miss all of it. i don't know if i'll ever write again, but if you are someone who has checked out my writings before, thank you! you were a part my fondest memories <3
(this is not a come back message, rather a self reflection and an i-miss-you message to all the friends and readers i once kept in contact with here)