Missing The Old Me

Sometimes, I just like it to look at the old pictures. When I’m like giving my best smile and laugh to the camera. Not because I want to look good, but because I sincerely feel happy. Sometimes, I just miss the old me. Who is overthinking but still hate it to hurt others. Who is quite unconfident, but still trying my hardest to be kind to everyone. Even though that means I have to bear a bit of pain.