Paint it black, take it back.
I used to be this silly little scene girl. My hair was in my face, my clothes were all black, and my music was alternative. I hated my life then but, recently I’ve missed that part of me so much. I almost forget that this little person used to be there. She was angry, broken and she wore her heart on her sleeve. She always hoped for better days. And now, almost a decade later.. I’m a completely different person. Things have definitely gotten better, those brighter days have come to pass. But, I think I’m writing this as more of a “don’t forget where you came from” type of thing. Even though my makeup isn’t as messy or dark as it used to be, I hardly ever straighten my hair anymore and listening to my old favorite bands usually only occurs when I’m in a throwbacky-nostalgic mood.. I think a part of me is always going to be that little scene girl trying to make sense of the world around her. I miss being her. But, who I am now is pretty alright, and I’m fine with that too.