I don’t think the same exact way as I use to. I don’t wear the same clothes or even find them as appealing as I use to. My perspective on the world, I’d like to think has grown over time. I’m not 18 anymore (although in truth i thought i knew everything then). Yet, I am still content with who I am that I do not feel the need to change drastically (that in itself will happen naturally). I think that it’s okay to not do the same things. It’s okay if I’ve grown from them. I miss certain things.
But, I’ve also found better things. So I guess life has a way of panning things out.