yeah so i was packing my stuff today, and i found lots of stuff. stuff that reminded me how life as a kid was.

the flower girl dresses, when my cousins got married;
the musical box, from many many years back;
my kindergarten concert costume, the wedding veil;
the magic wands that seemed to be able to go bendy;

and what's there now?

posters of idols;
speakers, earphones, music players everywhere;
sunglasses;
high-tech gizmos;
bags and shoes;
tons of old still-usable wallets;
layers of clothes;
mirrors everywhere;

these years can be ther craziest and funnest, most memorable years of my life, but i miss my childhood, i really do.

i hate how all i care about now is my image, the impression my friends have on me, hoping i stand-out, guys, not caring about homework. i wasn't always like that was i. i used to be that ordinary girl, occasionally being bullied, getting good grades, horrible fashion sense, and not caring about how others viewed me.

i don't believe who i am anymore. one moment i'm sweet, the next i'm a bitch. one moment i'm honest, the next, i'm lying. humble, then show-off. friend, then enemy.

i honestly dont know which one i really am. i don't believe i have split personality, so tell me which one i am. one thing to prove that i can't decide, one second i was worrying about this, and the next i was thinking "what bullshit am i talking about". being a kid was easy, a teen, difficult. i don't wanna know how it's like to be an adult.

just tell me, who's gonna be there to help me.