i am back to where i was born. my room has not changed since when i was 18.
here, it's hard for me to feel that i "grew up" at all. i still feel like 18.
but my parents sure have a lot more gray hair, the clover field that i used to play in has been flattened and now there is a wide street with cars passing, rice fields are replaced with unfriendly looking houses.
starting tomorrow, i am sending letters to the people that i have been wanting to say thank you.
ithelpstodream: i’m an idiot.
1 year ago