where are you?
the sentimentalist, me. as much as i detach myself from weakness, the very things that made up those happy times, down to a pencil case that i was embarrassed of.
i missed it.
i missed the times i didn’t treasure what i had. now i think of what we all could have had. the time i let slip because of the want to grow up fast.
22 years gone in a blink of an eye.
have i done anything useful?