I miss the times when nothing else mattered to me but my music. And my dreams.That’s the best thing about being a teenager, and not surrounded by people. I liked that. How music would make me calm, and how the littlest things made me happy. And then I started venturing out and met people. Those who’d make you happy, and those who’d make you sad. L
I’m not looking for self pity, but I miss that and would love to get back to that. Even though I know somehow that life was filled with dreams, but they were nice. Nothing quite as much as sitting down, listening to your iPod and just be so absent-minded. Twas nice.
Sucks that we all have to grow up.











