life is strange. Tomorrow have a history test and I'm going paint my room after it being pink for ten years. I'm currently incredibly sad and emotional at 1:30 am from listening to fireflies by owl city repetitively. I don't even have bad memories with the song necessarily, I was only a kid when it came out. Then why does it make me so sad? Is it nostalgia? Do I reminisce of times when life was so simple and plain, and the thoughts make me envious of my younger self?
I can faintly remember my younger life. Everything was so perfect. My parents loved me and i loved them. Nothing I ever did couldn't be fixed with a crappy handmade card and a few tears shed. Songs on the radio that I didn't understand, but I liked the beat. Summers were warms and winters were cold and that was that. I do envy younger me.
