I look around at the school I attend, the people I hang out with, the classes I go to, etc. but nothing looks familiar. I close my eyes and search for those feelings I had when they were around, my creative thoughts running whenever I was alone, etc. but nothing was there. After so long…everything is too different.
Wishing I could go back, I know that’s out of the question. Wanting to feel how i did (happy and carefree), I get lost in the stress and struggle. After so long…I’m so different.
Dreaming about how things use to be, I am happy and at peace. But as my eyes flutter open, I am struck with reality and I fall to pieces. The dream is always better than reality. But it’s impossible to stay sleeping forever. Sleeping forever would mean missing everything good about the life I have right now, even if the negative parts would disappear as well.