Old pictures and stories

When I was this age, it was the last christmas with my grandpa. I sometimes wonders if I ever gonna let him properly go. I know I will, but when you look back and you see that he actually was the only friend you had. It hurts, I know what he did was not him, but the illness.
I remember this christmas very much. My aunt Sara, did my hair, my mom sewed the dress and it was just perfect. Loveable.

I think I've been around twelve here, going to some sort of weird party in the neighbourhood. With my old school, it wasn't really fun, just me being alone. Yet I was the prettiest.

My nonfirmation, I was looking natural, just like me. But I just realized, that on my arm, you can see new scars. Red. They are not noticable anymore.

I was happy as child, in my teens I've bumped some roads I don't want to go back to, not now, not ever. I hope for anyone, that one day, they'll get to the brighter side.
I might just got it for some time, but atleast I know I can feel you.
I want you to take care of youself.<3