I miss the simplicity of being a little girl. I looked forward to school every single day. The hardest math I thought I’d ever see was 5th grade long division. My parents were my best friends, and I was always so happy to be around my family. I miss the way I imagined love to be what I saw in the Disney movies, or the way Mommy and Daddy were so happy together all the time. I never imagined something that was hyped up that much, something everybody made to seem so amazing could hurt so bad. In first grade, I’d have never known what “depressed” was, and cutting was something only done with safety scissors in art class. I was so anxious to grow up, couldn’t wait to be older. I’d give anything to back to those days now.
