Whenever i looked at my own past pictures.. it felt like i am not that person in the picture… It feels like it is someone else.. someone who is happy and carefree.. living somewhere in this world..
I looked at some old yearbooks today, and it’s unbelievable to see the transition. I looked at my 4th grade yearbook, and I looked so ecstatic about life. It was strange to look at that, because then I look at myself now, 3 years later, and I wonder “Where did it all go?”
I don’t know why but this really got to me
Whenever i looked at my own past pictures.. it felt like i am not that person in the picture… It feels like it is someone else.. someone who is happy and carefree.. living somewhere in this world..
I looked at some old yearbooks today, and it’s unbelievable to see the transition. I looked at my 4th grade yearbook, and I looked so ecstatic about life. It was strange to look at that, because then I look at myself now, 3 years later, and I wonder “Where did it all go?”
hits home really too well ….. it’s painful ……. but i’m used to it