superighteous
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Looking at childhood photos is such torture. Although cathartic and bittersweet, seeing how carefree and full of love to give I was makes me want to slam my fists in a jealous fit. Pictures of me running around in a lion costume, another one of myself with a spaghetti covered goofy grin. One in which I’m jumping from couch to couch dressed as Superman, pretending to fly. When did such an active and colorful mind turn so grey? They said I would be a lady killer, that I would break a lot of hearts. Look where I am now. My past self would be so disappointed in who I am today. I want to go back. Fuck