she miss her childhood. the kid who did not overthink everything, who did not carry so much pain in her heart, and who slept peacefully without heavy thoughts keeping her awake at night. back then, life felt lighter, and happiness came so easily. now, she feels tired all the time, carrying pain she does not know how to explain. she miss how crying used to make things feel better, but now she keeps everything inside because she does not even know how to ask for help anymore. deep inside, she just miss the old her, the soft and happy kid who did not have to pretend she was okay all the time.