hi blog,
every day I have the most gut-wrenching desire to be a kid again. I search for nostalgia in the littlest of things and I cling on to old friends as if I were a leech—no matter how much I knew that deep down they didn’t like me anymore. but for some reason, the times when I feel the most like a kid—when I’m crying—makes me feel like a kid in the worst way possible.












