I used to write a lot more. I used to describe all sorts of things that, in my perspective, seemed like something I needed to write down. Day-to-day events, even the most random boring ones. Random thoughts. Or precious gems of entertainment.
I used to dream bigger. I used to think I would grow up to be a strong independent individual. I used to think the choices I made were maybe not undoable but that I would atleast not wallow in self-pitty or regret decades after.
I used to… A lot… But I somehow cannot seem to get used to.
