Dear Nobody™,

I used to play minecraft with my brother, on survival we made houses, hunted and i collected flowers for the house, In creative mode i used dimond block and gold blocks to build houses, i believed i looked rich. When i was a kid i was happy, even if i was by myself or even got made fun of, i was in the moment, not in the past, not in the future but in the present, i didn't obsess about how i looked or how i ate, I wished i could grow up but, as i left my childself, i lost myself with her, i started worrying about physical things, what people thought about me, i hurt myself not only myself but her. The little girl who ran to her dad after he came home from work. The little girl who used to get exited when frozen played on the TV , the little girl who used to draw, even if she didn't have the talent that her older self got, if only she knew what her life would be like would she take it back? Or would she keep pushing forward, going through all the regrets, failures and bad nights? Would she appreciate the small moments intstead of the flaws in her life? Would she have been a tough girl and faced the hardships? Would she have endured to consequences of her actions, without knowing what would come next? Would she cry her little eyes out just like me? Maybe, instead of me giving her comfort, she would be the one giving it to me.. would she be dissapointed in seeing the girl she would be?