I feel so much like my parents in some way, so I dont think I should bother being with this imperfectness.
Oh bloody sunday,
I read my old message in my previous phone, it was around 3 years ago.
in range Senior year in Elementary school - First year of Junior High.
I giggle a bit.
It comes up with feelings that I missed, I used to love, and I used to felt.
Stupid loves,
How’s things rotate was and now, were so much different.
There is a phase that I really realized that we’re growing up.
I MISS MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL FOLKS.
Each every moment I spent back in the days, suddenly played back in my head.
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