The Good Old Days
I miss the good old days when life was easier, when all of my existence cycled around: eating, sleeping and playing.
When I didn't have to bother about school of what to wear, how I look, maintaining good social relationships, or the dreadful thought of independence.
It's quite easy to write about forgetting the past and working towards the future, but in reality its so difficult, especially when the past involved you not being affected by life's lemons, instead you play dodge ball with life and its' lemons. hmmm...those are the good old days.
Well enough of daydreaming, chop chop back to work.
When I didn't have to bother about school of what to wear, how I look, maintaining good social relationships, or the dreadful thought of independence.
It's quite easy to write about forgetting the past and working towards the future, but in reality its so difficult, especially when the past involved you not being affected by life's lemons, instead you play dodge ball with life and its' lemons. hmmm...those are the good old days.
Well enough of daydreaming, chop chop back to work.
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