#5 time...

i hate time i hate time i hate time. i love thinking about the past, but i also hate it. like, when i think about my old best friends and all the memories, i smile… but then i remember it’s all over, and my heart just sinks. i hate how nothing lasts forever.

and it’s not just them. i miss the old me too. sometimes i just wish i could go back and talk to them. tell them things, give them advice, warn them about stuff. or just sit with them for a while, let them know how things turn out. but i can’t.

i’ve been so many different versions of myself, i don’t even know which one is really me. it changes so much. maybe there isn’t just one me. maybe i’ll always be shifting, becoming someone new. and i don’t know if that’s a good thing or if it just means i’m lost.