I was an artistic child. I loved to sing, to write, to read, to take pictures, and to draw. I was full of life. I was actually living, happy, and content that I can't help but smile when I reminisce.

I don't know how it happened or why the once important parts of me slowly disappeared. Somehow, I just changed. I was no longer the me that I loved. I'm just a hollow being, and I feel empty. I don't know how to fill the void, what do I even fill it with?

I want apologize. So bad. I want to say sorry to the person I was before because she's the one that deserves to be here. Not this empty being. I do try to live, but I fear it is no longer for me.

I want to be selfish. I want to give myself the love I used to have. I want to do the things that I used to love. I want to read thousands of books. I want to write and complete a story. I want to take pictures of things I find cute, I want max out a memory card.

I miss living so much.

To you, who is the epitome of happiness. Please find me again. This time I'll cherish you properly.

I want to be back to my old self. She who loves, and is loved back.