I miss the days of being a little kid. You could just walk up to someone and instantly become their best friend. There would be this instant click of trust and friendship, and you were playing like you’d known each other your whole five-year-long life.
There were no fights over boys or worries about how much you weighed and you didn’t worry about which friends you could trust; you trusted all of them and they all trusted you. Everything was black and white; no moral dilemmas over a situation, no real issues.
Now? It’s all a blurry myriad of colors, so much that I can’t decide if the resulting mess is beautiful or tragic. Sometimes, all the available choices are the wrong ones, and we can’t always fix everything with a hug or an “I’m sorry” anymore. People change and come and go, yet we all stay the same and wish that everything around us would, too. We learn to hate food and ourselves and each other because society says so. We fight over boys like the world would stop turning if we stopped fighting, and sometimes we don’t know who we can trust.
I guess this is just one of those days where I really want nothing more than to be five years old again.
— let’s build a blanket fort and watch disney movies and drink hot chocolate with too many marshmallows, just like the old days // an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #22