Old diaries, old times.

Old diaries, old times.

Reading my old diaries was funny,
All the crazy things I wrote,
and felt on them quiet days.

Pictures of my old school friends,
Filled my head,
I miss them,
I miss being innocent and not
Being interested in boys.

But some of the boys I wrote about
Made me laugh that I ever liked them,
And how I thought I loved some of them,
Just cracked me up,
Because now I realise they were only crushes.

I sometimes wonder,
If I would have stayed at my old school,
Would I connect with my mum aswel as I do now?
Would I be a lot more rebellious towards life?
Would I have the dreams I have now?

I think, me joining this school,
Turned me into a better person,
But I could never forget my past,
My diaries remind me of how I was,
And what it used to be like,
In my old school life.