ThrowbackThursday.
I miss those times. Those times when we have nothing to worry about. The life of a seventeen year old sucks. My life can be summarized in 3 words: school, study, sleep. The cycle repeats. Of course I did take ungainful breaks just to keep myself alive. And the stress is building up, not because of the mountains of homework, but the guilt that I feel whenever another day pass by. I did nothing productive since the first day of school. Hello 2012 self, where are you?? Tests are coming up too (the so-called milestone checks to make us feel better) but I am barely prepared and so that makes me panic.
Just a few days ago, my parents sent me photos of my sis and I when we were young. Oh the memories. Innocent and carefree souls. We've changed so much it really scares me. Wasn't referring to the appearance though. I've changed so much, I think and doubt so much now. I miss the old me. I miss those times when nobody judges, nobody lies and nobody hates. Those times when all we cared about was the games to be played during recess (ice and water / crocodile) and the dance showing on the next hi-5 episode. The only thing we want to master is the hi-5 dance (my all-time fave L-O-V-E). We want fun and we have fun. Then time forces us to grow up and shit got real. Every single day becomes complicated. People criticise and compete, people became materialistic and turned pragmatic.
Growing up was never easy. Things change and people change.
I guess the young innocent us were meant to stay in the past.
Only 24/365 currently, there's still a long way to go.
341 more days I can do this let's go
