It makes so sad when I think about the good old times (when I could carelessly go outside and play or the old west and the way they lived back then) and how they’re forever gone. I’m also constantly obsessed with the future; I keep thinking of what career should I pursue and how I’m gonna live (loft on the top of the building, nightlife, discos, bars or comfy home, relaxing with my family). I think I have mental issuses because I almost cry about these things every single day. I also think it’s a bit of puberty and a bit of the fact that I could never share my thoughts with someone (my parents are constantly busy, my sibling are older than me by a lot and I’m not close with my schoolmates).