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I'm beginning to compare any current fleeting happiness I experience to the time when I was truly happy and thought I had everything figured out. It was the summer after tenth grade when we turned sixteen stepping into London's Victoria Station and really - we were going home. Even though we had been there before, things were different. Those last few months culminating to Europe were when I appreciated life the most because it was being so good to me. Everything felt right and I was still constantly surrounded by the group. Maybe I got used to it. Things weren't even that great but they were perfect. I don't know what has changed. Sometimes I wish we never came home from that trip.
I just don't want anything to change. I'm scared of it. I don't want to get older.
I just don't want anything to change. I'm scared of it. I don't want to get older.