Before.
Kris, remember when we were in like, early high school? And some nights we would just sit online and read through old emails and IMs and journal entries and the likes? You know, being lame and all that?
Sometimes I kind of think I've regressed.
That I haven't grown up at all.
Because I still do that stuff once in a while.
Like... tonight.
See, I love my life right now. I really do.
And it scares me that sometimes I just want to go back to how things used to be.
But it was all so much simpler back then.
Before my friends were scattered all over the globe. Before I thought too much about God. Before I realized that people die too young. Before my dad and I stopped talking. Before money mattered. Before I knew what "love" meant. Before camp hated me. Before I understood that mental impairment is for life. Before I cared about other people. Before I dated a boy thousands of miles away. Before they told me I have to pick a major. Before my family fell apart in front of me. Before I understood politics. Before I realized how much more there is to life.
Sophomore year of high school sucked, simply because it was high school.
And I would never want to do that again.
But at least life was more "together."
By that, I suppose I mean...
at least I had easy answers.
They still sound so good sometimes.
Sometimes I kind of think I've regressed.
That I haven't grown up at all.
Because I still do that stuff once in a while.
Like... tonight.
See, I love my life right now. I really do.
And it scares me that sometimes I just want to go back to how things used to be.
But it was all so much simpler back then.
Before my friends were scattered all over the globe. Before I thought too much about God. Before I realized that people die too young. Before my dad and I stopped talking. Before money mattered. Before I knew what "love" meant. Before camp hated me. Before I understood that mental impairment is for life. Before I cared about other people. Before I dated a boy thousands of miles away. Before they told me I have to pick a major. Before my family fell apart in front of me. Before I understood politics. Before I realized how much more there is to life.
Sophomore year of high school sucked, simply because it was high school.
And I would never want to do that again.
But at least life was more "together."
By that, I suppose I mean...
at least I had easy answers.
They still sound so good sometimes.