⋆𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑫👽𝑻✨️⋆ :
This is how things felt before 14, or 13... I don't remember. I used to go to school, I had friends and was the top student. My memory was good, so were my education skills. I consumed new information and remembered it without a struggle. I actually waited for school days tobsee my friends, the girl I loved, and just the wholesome day I looked foward. I used to be creative, I would draw everyday, I had new ideas everyday. My mother... I don't remember what she was like, sadly. I just know she's not that person anymore. Same goes for me. I barely remember who I was and how I felt, in fact, when looking back at what I remember, I strugle to assocciate myself with the person I was. It feels like looking at someone else, but not like looking at someone who really is someone else. It's scary, and I mourn that self I used to be. I tell myself and people I know that I let go, but I don't think I actually did, I mourn and feel like I lost an important piece of myself... I don't fucking remember anything. It feels like missing a dead person, knowing I'll never get to seem them again, except I don't even know who I'm missing. Sometimes, I think all of this is a dream. I can't wish it is though... Too much things hold me here, and I can't just leave.
2026-06-15 00:14:17