what ever happened to those days

There's a picture of me that my mom loves, so much so that she had it framed.

I'm in disneyland, looking at the camera, my siblings are on a ride, and im having the time of my life

Wearing a little red mickey mouse hat with the ears sticking off either side

What ever happened to those days

At 6 years old I was more worried about training Charmander than how smart I was in school

At 7 years old I was more worried about being nice than standing up for myself

At 8 years old I was more worried about making friends than keeping them

At 9 years old I was more worried about my cowlick than my twitter account

At 10 years old I was worried.

I haven't been the same since I was around 10 years old

when i started to have problems with social anxiety

and it didn't help that my older brother was my worst enemy

It's been a rollercoaster for a long time

and i dont know when im getting off

I wish we could turn back time, back to when none of this mattered.

I want to be standing in Disneyland with my mom

waiting for my siblings to get out of the teacups

constantly smiling

wearing a little red mickey mouse hat with the ears sticking off either side