to myself,
i miss the old me. i don’t want this to keep happening. i don’t want to have anxiety, i don’t want to be depressed, i don’t want to him to like me cuz i can’t handle someone liking me. i don’t want this. i hope that the old me can come back. the old one that would stand in the student section and cheer, rather than the new one that hides under the band bleachers and reads. i don’t want it, but i don’t know anymore. i kinda do after all.
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