I wish

I could go back to the time when I felt what I was supposed when I was supposed to.

You are kind to me and not so bad looking, I like you. There is a possible love interest.

You hate me. I am sad.

I've done shitty things to you. I feel bad about it.

That is not fair. I am angry.

I still feel so naive in so many other aspects. I miss my simple emotions.

Picking magnolias in the morning dew.