I’ve come to realize that for the longest time, I have been slowly losing little pieces of me day by day. I let so many people run over me and my fears have slowly overwhelmed me and have been changing the way I do things and the way I think. I am not the same girl I was two years ago, and I miss that. I miss being happy. I miss being around people that make me happy. I’ve come into a world so cynical and demanding, I’ve lost sight of myself and have lost my happiness, my quirks, and the things that make me, me. I’ve become so shy and so uncomfortable with people and I’m letting it affect my goals and happiness. I haven’t found many new people that are like the best friends that I already love and who support me and make me happy. I miss people that don’t care how ridiculous they are, make silly faces say stupid things, and just enjoy life. I am just so thankful for the friends that I do have that I can still truly enjoy life with. Where did all these people with such lively and colorful souls disappear off too? I just want to find a ton of paint and just splash it all over the world. I’m just so anxious to get more out of life.
