I hate how I let the past catch up on me. It just sneaks up. I dont want to have to run away from it but if running is the only way then pls give me the strength to run faster.
Just 5 years ago I was 15. What would that girl think of me now? And what do I think of her? Do I miss her? Am I proud to have grown? Or am I ashamed of the way I turned out? I know it is all about perspective but why must perspective be so subjective?
Life is really not as hard as I make it out to be. Or is it?
I don’t know what is stopping me from creating a new tumblr account and pretending to be an entirely different person. It would be nice to say things and know that nobody in my real social circle will see them. Wouldn’t that be nice?