๐ป๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“๐‘œ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“ˆ, So Iโ€™m rewatching Stranger Things, and wow Iโ€™m seriously in my feelings right now. Other than that, things are good despite the fact that I may or may not be crying.

Day 16: ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด

80s, aesthetic, and anime image

I miss being a kid. The more I dwell on it, the more I realize I have many regrets when it comes to the past, but one of the things I regret most is wanting to grow up too quickly, and as a consequence taking being an aloof kid who still believes in things for granted. As a kid all I wanted to do was be โ€œgrown-upโ€ and do โ€œgrown-upโ€ things without really knowing or fully understanding what that meant. It seemed cooler, better, more of an ideal way to live my life. In my head being an adult meant being able to do what you want when you wanted. Now that Iโ€™m entering adulthood, it is becoming very apparent the former isnโ€™t always true in some cases. I think as time passes, it can feel a little daunting sometimes. Change is inevitable, and nothing can truly stay the same forever. It's a blessing and a curse in and of itself. Biking to unknown places, hunting for frogs near the pond, mixing all sorts of magical concoctions from the kitchen cupboard are few of the things I miss. As much as I look forward to this growing up process that is leading me to the woman I want to be, I canโ€™t help but sometimes miss being a little kid full of whimsy and creative, yet questionable, impulses.

๐ฟ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡๐’น๐“ˆ, ๐ต๐‘œ

-ห‹หโœ„โ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ

๐˜–๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต:

๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด: