I miss the feeling of waking up excited for a new day or at least not fucking suicidal.
I miss the days I could immerse myself in a book.
The first time I stayed up all night was at the age of 8, to read the first Harry Potter book. I even remember it was october, 3rd grade, I drank fruit tea and ate Grancereale cookies (the chocolate ones).
I miss when every day was different and filled with excitement and experiences.
I miss the morning of a saturday birthday party, having preparations to invite classmates (this was probably the only day they didn't bully me and at a time while I still tried to get them to like me).
It wasn't perfect but ot was heaven compared to this.
I'm probably going to spam every childhood nostalgia thread in existence lol.