#01:

It hurts me too look at little kids. They have no idea how hard this world is going to be far from them. When I was five, I thought no one could hurt me. I thought I was invincible. I thought I was beautiful. I was friends with whoever said hi to me. Everyone was nice. Clothes didn't matter. I'd go to sleep tear free. I didn't want to kill myself. Little kids don't know what a roller-coaster they are in for. Life is hard. The world is a horrible, mean, judgmental place. I still don't understand why I wasn't so scared of all the dangers that are out in the world, at that age. I didn't know. It's not our fault we're so scared of the world. People forced us to be. Telling us stories, about stuff that happen in the world., make us scared. I wish I was still that carefree, happy, nice, smiley, funny little kid I used to be. I miss thinking I was pretty. I miss playing in the rain. I miss being outside every second of the day. I miss not caring what people say. 

I miss the old me .