azokir

I'll give anything to feel that way again
19, unburdened by responsibility or fear of going outside
My friends all together, our first taste of freedom
Before being slapped in the face
By the realities of adulthood
"It was bliss"
As I say that, it feels less than genuine
Everything looks nice through nostalgia-colored glasses
But I had the same problems then as I do now
Looking backwards is futile self-sabotage