Why is it that...

... I can't help but feel affected by a lot of things.

Sometimes, a part of wished you'd never existed. But yet, I know you'll still be here for a long long time.

I've reached the stage (or probably age?) in my life where past demons haunt. And haunt. Relentlessly.

I miss being young. And I should keep reminding myself I'm only 24.

argh.