I havn't written very much in the past two years, it use to be a daliy ritual, but I guess as I got older my alone time somehow got lost in the shuffle. I feel like I don't even know myself anymore.
I read things that i've written in the past and I don't recognize my own words,my own thoughts.
It's bitter sweet because that girl was broken, but she was self-aware. How did I know myself better at 16 then I do at 20? I miss the freedom of being a child.
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”
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