i really miss my spark. i miss who i used to be. the version of me who used to smile because i was genuinely happy, not because i was trying to hide the pain i felt. i miss laughing without forcing it and finding joy in the simplest things. i miss waking up with hope, having dreams, and feeling passionate about life. but life became so hard, and along the way, i lost pieces of myself. i miss the old me, the one who felt alive and full of love. sometimes, i just wish i could find my spark again.