I was scrolling through my old social media, which I guess was a kind of mistake. Like, a REALLY big mistake, actually. I found these posts from when I was, maybe, sixteen? Seventeen? And it was just... a lot. All these song lyrics, really dramatic ones, about heartbreak and how the world was ending and someone didn't understand me. It was so cringe, I wanted to just delete my whole account, honestly. The thing is, I remember how it felt back then. It felt HUGE. Like, the biggest thing that had ever happened to me. This guy, he kind of just, I don't know, looked at someone else? And it was like my whole life was over. I remember crying in my room, just staring at the wall, thinking about how I'd never feel happy again. My parents were always like, "Why are you so upset? Just focus on your studies." And I'd be like, "You don't GET IT." They just sort of brushed it off, like it was nothing. I guess they don't really understand that kind of stuff. It’s not how they grew up, you know? Now, looking at it, it seems so stupid. Like, who even CARED? It was such a small thing. But back then, it felt like my entire identity was tied to that one person, that one situation. Like if he didn't like me, then I was basically worthless. And I guess a part of me still feels that, sometimes. Even now, if someone doesn't really get me, or I feel like I'm not good enough, it’s that same feeling. It’s still there, like a little ache. I guess I just wish I could tell that younger me that it's going to be okay. That the world doesn't end. But then again, maybe I still need to tell myself that. That just because someone doesn't see you a certain way, it doesn't mean you're not... well, you know. I don't really know. I'm just kind of tired, I guess. It’s just weird, seeing how much I've changed but also how some things just stick. That kind of pain, it just sort of... stays.