Newbie17
Mikel Arteta irl; Relative of Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Some days ago I went through all photos of my early childhood (up to when I was 6-7 years old) and even back to my infancy... Pure tearsfuel, I want to be child again.
What did I see? A happy and joyful kid who is enjoying every single day, he is smiling, smiling and smiling...
And now I grew up into this wreck, also called an adult person. Sadness almost every fucking day. Yes, I can still be happy when I am coping good and successfully, but generally it’s all empty and void.
Fuck... These photos seriously... Make me want to change my life completely. I want to be happy again, I want to make my parents proud, considering how much they love me.
What did I see? A happy and joyful kid who is enjoying every single day, he is smiling, smiling and smiling...
And now I grew up into this wreck, also called an adult person. Sadness almost every fucking day. Yes, I can still be happy when I am coping good and successfully, but generally it’s all empty and void.
Fuck... These photos seriously... Make me want to change my life completely. I want to be happy again, I want to make my parents proud, considering how much they love me.