Growing Up- Not What I Expected

Yesterday, mummy brought back SKTTDI (1)'s yearbook from last year. Mm hm, SKTTDI (1) was my primary school. SKTTDI (1) = SK Taman Tun Dr Ismail (1), btw :)

There I sat, staring at the front cover. ;TUNAS 2011 - Sekolah Berprestasi Tinggi - Sekolah Kebangsaan Taman Tun Dr. Ismail. 1'. I started flipping through the pages, looking at how much everything had changed, going 'OMG THAT'S STILL THERE?' at the things that stayed the same, searching for pictures of my teachers, and smiling at how adorably innocent the kids looked. And at one point, I just started crying. I didn't even know why, but I just did. Sat there with that yearbook in my hands, crying.

I told Shman I didn't know why, but I guess I actually do.

.. For the childhood I'd never regain. For the time when everything was so simple. For the innocence, the naivety I lost. When you're a kid, the world is such a safe place. And as we grow, we see that it really isn't what it seems to be. We grow up learning how harsh the world is, how mean people can be. Reality hits hard. We're so strong when we're young, but as we grow up, we get hurt. We become so broken, fragile. Growing up does that to you, and it's so hard to get back up.

I guess I just missed being a kid. And I guess I just broke under pressure.

 Pure joy, :)

Times when I could take a picture and not care if I looked nice.

And now. 

Only selected pictures get selected as 'profile pictures'. Hm.

I don't want to grow up, as immature as that sounds.
I want my childhood back.

Ps. I'm not sad btw, just thinking :) Oh and I KNOW RIGHT? I'm so cute :D