Childhood

My Time here, contrary to the consensus, has in fact not been horrible. I was given the time to really think about myself, which I think I have been avoiding. I compared myself with my childhood. I found that I am no longer the kid who use to cry and have panic attacks when his mom left him. I felt nothing when leaving my mother. No longer am I the lost boy in the middle of the soccer field, desperately trying to find his mother. I have become numb. But I am going to change that.