I miss that part of me that used to dream all the time. I miss the times when I had enough imagination to create stories from a simple image. I wasn't ashamed of being myself. I wasn't ashamed of thinking. But nowadays it seems like I'm more focused on things that won't really get me thinking and producing in any way. Adulthood is coming. And it's sucking my creative and dreamy side and I don't like it. It's kind of frustrating.