How it used to be.

Life used to excite me, every day was a new adventure,

But now it feels like my life is on repeat. 

I used to get excited by little things,

Like butterflies and little bow ties,

but now, 

I’m not even excited about my birthday,

Like how lame is that?

I used to love school, used to love learning.

Now, it just feels like a chore.

I used to skip all the way to math class.

I would get excited when I got a problem right.

I used to stay up late hiding a small light just to read one more page.

But now,

Math is the death of me, like seriously get me out of there.

Since when did they put letters in here, I think I missed a memo.

Now, every page I turn in a book reminds me of the days when I loved being immersed in another world.

Page by page a new mystery, a new problem that wasn’t mine. 

Now I can’t afford that pleasure,

Getting to escape to a new land.

Getting to leave my head. 

Life is too hard now.

I used to live every second,

You couldn’t slow me down.

Now I stare at a clock,

Waiting for the next bell to sound. 

I used to go outside.

Climb a tree,

Eat some dirt.

Those were the good days.

These days, I wish I could have it again.

Carefree days when I wasn’t stuck inside staring at a page of spinning numbers.

We always take those days for granted,

Spent them wishing to be older,

But little did we know,

Being younger was so much better.

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