Tall child

I am nothing but a taller version of myself. I still cry at my thought about losing things and people that i like. I still feel insecure and alone. I still cry (now internally) when i feel like i am being left out. i sleep with my stuffed toys and i am always thinking that inanimate objects have feelings. But i changed, i guess? even that just a little, I changed. But who said that it was for the best? I got bitter and angrier and all the things that i used to fear are now part of my personality. I don't think that i will ever grow up. 

I don't think that i will ever like myself,

lilyphilia.