Why do I feel like slowly, I'm not myself anymore. The other day, I went through little scraps of paper, notes, doodles and pictures just to realise how much I miss myself. How much I miss us. The few years go by so quickly that I can't seem to remember where these memories were stored.

Do you remember how we would always think we're angry at each other when we're actually not? How about the time we'll stay in class, colouring it and decorating it? How about the hours spent on projects presented for only a few minutes, but heck, we had so much fun doing it. How about the days we'll go out almost everyday to eat and hang out? How about the days we'll spend studying together? How about the times we'll always compete in our studies? How about the days and nights we'll spend working together for camps and events? How about the days we'll make fun of each other but never really took it to heart? How about the times we'll think, "Haha, we/I were/was so stupid back then!"? How about the times we'll go home together cause we were the only ones who took the bus on the same side? How about the Wednesdays spent after Art cleaning up the room and being rewarded with sweets? How about how we would go to the General Office to take the class list of the boy we used to like? Or, how about when everyone was just so close and we were friends with practically everyone. We didn't have much conflict, maybe minor ones but in the end, we were still all really good friends.

Thinking about this, I really wonder if growing up is as bad as it looks. Sure there are good points and bad points but, I really miss the beginning of growing up.

And the huge block of text includes almost everyone I can think of. Find yourself (:

xoxo {♥}