I miss my old self. I miss how I unapologetically rambled about things that excite me the most. I miss the way I unashamedly talked about my feelings with other people. I miss not being suffocated with expectation. I miss not being anxious about the future. Imiss not being afraid to be left out. I miss not being afraid to fail. I miss having the courage to try again after several unsuccessful attempts. I miss being confident. I miss being enthusiastic when facing new challenges. I miss being my authentic self.
I know childhood don't last. I know adulthood will come eventually. I know I know I know.
But let me mourn the fact that this growing up changed me. And I don't know, whether it is for the better.