This is absolutely ridiculous, but I have such a hard time accepting that time only moves forward. I think back to my childhood a LOT, I think that was the only time in my life I was truly happy. I am battling so much to move on from my childhood and it's absolutely ridiculous. I can't accept that I'm in my 30's now, which sounds so young but I feel so old.

I don't like looking at old photos, not necessarily of when I was a child but those comparison photos (then and now) because I feel that 9/10 times, the "then" photos are better. They're more simple, chilled, aesthetically pleasing to me.

I just really don't like today's time, it's not because of the pandemic or stress or anything like that. I've been feeling this way for years and years.