Missing something or someone is always a hard process to go through. But you know what’s even in harder: missing something or someone that’s been right in front of you. For me, it’s my past. When you’re a child, everything is simpler. English exams are basic spelling tests; sports are lieslurely games. But when you’re growing up, all of that starts to change.
You start worrying about your appearance, start worrying about grades and test scores more, if that boy or girl likes you anymore, if you’re good enough for anything– all of those thoughts just come crashing into you like a tidal wave, and you have no idea what to do. That’s why I care so deeply for my past. I want to hold on them and not let them ago.
I wanna revert back to my old days where I didn’t have to worry about prom, about getting dressed, about having to impress this boy or that girl, about worrying over my screwed up future. I don’t care for any of this growing up. I just wanna go back to that sweet, simple life away from all the bustle of balancing grades and a social life, because I know it only goes on from here. All it is is an never ending eternal cycle, and I don’t know how much longer that can last.
~ Cameron Wade