Sometimes when I’m sad, I can’t figure out why. Then I realize that I’m mourning. Mourning the loss of my childhood and innocence. I don’t like being thrown into things so quickly and haveing to do things for myself, I want someone to sheild me and do things for that they think best for me. Decisions are hard things to make and while everyone is rushing out of childhood, I just want to rush back in. Back to when things were happy and simple. Back when I would play My Little Ponies with my friend on the bus. Back before things became difficult and I started to be responsible for others instead of the other way around. So I mourn, even when there is no going back I just want things to be easy… again.