Nostalgia Kinda Gets to Me

I suffer from nostalgia. I know it's not really a disease, but that's the only way I can really describe it. I suffer. Everytime I remember something from my past, I have the urge to cry. I was so happy in those memories, but now I'm not as young. I'm not as carefree as I was then. I'm not happy. That was then, when my biggest worry was not getting candy. Now there's high school drama, there's complications, there's hormones. And the only person I blame is myself. I even have nostalgic memories from a few months ago, but even those few short months ago is better than where I am now. I knew I was loved a few short months ago. Lately, I have no clue of anything anymore. It's getting harder to trust people. And no one is noticing. No one except for him, and I know he's got other stuff on his mind. Too many other things to think of someone as insignificant as me.