while cleaning my room, i came upon photographs from the past couple of years. it's been a while since i felt like this, and now i really know something is lost. it's definitely fleeting childhood, definitely something - i'm not grown up, but i'm growing up, and what the fuck. this is not depression, this is realizing how the world really is and trying as hard as possible to not let it fuck me in my ass. i think. i don't know. i just looked at some pictures and reminisced over some shit, like being happy.