a regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when i realised i'd never get to go to hogwarts. i want to be 11 again. but it's too late, cause severus snape's already dead. so is michael jackson. why am i always just a little too late?

Lately, there has been a series of events that started me thinking about myself and how I've changed throughout the years. Maybe the change isn't that good, i missed those days when things were simple and easy going, where there wasn't much thing to worry about. I guess things just get more complicated when you move on in the different stages in life.