Nostalgia.
I love reminiscing over old memories. I remember all the things I used to do that I would never do now. And while recalling old memories makes me happy, it also makes me wistful. It makes me realise how much I’ve changed. Old songs, old games, old lifestyles, old places, old friends. I miss how the simplest things could bring a smile to my face. My life was nowhere near as problematic as it is now. I guess it’s just part of growing up. I laugh and smile less and cry and think more. Everything that used to be a bubble bursting of happiness, is now a volcano filled with stress. I miss being a kid. I miss seeing the world in the eyes of an innocent. I miss being naive and childish. I long for those years to return. I want to go back. No responsibilities, no drama, no tears. Life was just one big playground, and the only decisions I had to make were which teddy bear should I sleep next to tonight. I hate growing up.
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