I use to wonder why is it that everytime the rain falls I get this depressing feeling. I used to think that being in a imaginative world was the only world I'd ever live in. You can say I was a child with fantasies about life and where it'll take me. Like any other kid, I dream for the unthinkable. May not seem like it today, but in some ways I still do. It amazes me to still get in touch with that younger side of me. Now that I've reached the legal age, I've practically grew up from being the immature child to learning how to take things responsibly. I still have my times where I'm not the person I should be. I still annoy my parents with my procrastination. I do things last minute, yet I seem to get majority of it finished somehow.
Some things seem to give me flashbacks. I missed how I cared less for anything going on so I wouldn't have anything to worry for. I missed how I went outside of my old home and enjoy the daylight with random neighbors feeling joyful. I used to be cheerful and used to believe things would bright up for my future. Now that I'm here years from now, my outlook on life has changed. I still struggle to get to the place in which I want to be. I've become a little more insecure and pessimistic more than I ever have. I hate thinking too much over the same thing.
Whatever, I'll edit it later.
Some things seem to give me flashbacks. I missed how I cared less for anything going on so I wouldn't have anything to worry for. I missed how I went outside of my old home and enjoy the daylight with random neighbors feeling joyful. I used to be cheerful and used to believe things would bright up for my future. Now that I'm here years from now, my outlook on life has changed. I still struggle to get to the place in which I want to be. I've become a little more insecure and pessimistic more than I ever have. I hate thinking too much over the same thing.
Whatever, I'll edit it later.
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