Comfort Zone.

me - the 1975

I think back to my first days on here, and I remember my thoughts, my youth. I remember all the emotions, all the events I would write about. I never had my own laptop then. I didn’t have a self esteem either. Now, I still won’t say I do. I won’t even say I grew up much. I’m still feeling things I felt back then. I’m still feeling lost. Though my body has aged, my hair has grown and been cut, my eyes have gotten heavier, my body has been intoxicated more than I like to admit, I am still the same distraught and heavily angst-filled girl. I am only writing here as I have yet to buy a journal that I keep forgetting to purchase. I can’t even get myself to look back at old posts. I would rather not relive some of those days, though I remember them clearly. This is me now. And I hope one day I can finally look back when I am in an amazing place and realize how small my worries were, and how these emotions now did not shape me.