today

today is the day i acknowledge the fact that my old life is gone and will never come back. some how i feel as if i've lived two different lives and now i can no longer go running back to the thoughts of returning to my childhood days. i must say that my new life's great too. and that in many ways, amidst complaining about schoolwork, i am happy. but it's just the uncertainity of the things to come that scares me. so many what ifs and maybes. and no more 'if things go wrong, maybe i can go back to how things used to be'. please give me the courage and determination to go on.
don't you ever feel like you've grown so old that when you look back on your happy younger days, you feel sad knowing that those innocent simple happy days will never come back, and that things will never be the same again?
how do you ever say goodbye to your old life? is it even possible? can you ever stop wishing that you could turn back time?

i wish i could.