My first post
I’m 21 now — busy, tired, chasing goals. No friends, no company, just silence and a dull ache of loneliness. I don’t even know what I’m chasing anymore. Then one day, I wake up…and I’m 14 again. But this time, I don’t rush. I know what to treasure. Mom comes in, waking me up —“Get ready for school, you’re getting late!” But I don’t yell, I don’t groan. I just listen. Because after that year, no on…